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Horse farm.
There is no limit on the number of players in a polo match. If you think you have the ability, defeating the larger force with a smaller one can be considered a good story. However, each side must have at least two people, one attacking and one guarding the goal.
In the martial arts arena, most of the people sitting there were daughters of military commanders, all of whom were good at riding and shooting.
After today's contestants have finished their matches,
No one was willing to be in the same team with Ji Yunhuan, but when it came to the daughters of military commanders, they all wanted to be in the same team with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
"After all, His Highness is a man, so he must be better than Ji Yunhuan. When we play polo, we must choose the winner."
"And there's Xia Mengyao. We play polo together, and she never loses."
"Ji Yunhuan must be crazy. She wants to compete with the prince. Isn't this just asking for trouble? Who would dare to team up with her?"
Ji Yunhuan stood in front of the martial arts arena on horseback, his expression calm. "If no one dares to come, I can win alone."
Xizi only regretted that he was not a human being and could not end up like Ji Yunhuan.
In his eyes, Ji Yunhuan was perfect in every way and could enter the cave with just one strike. These people were simply blind and no one dared to fight with Long Haochang.
He’s just a prince, he hasn’t ascended the throne yet, what is there to be afraid of?
Even for an emperor like him, there is no distinction between the monarch and his subjects on the polo field. If you want to win, you don't rely on status or power, but on real ability!
Zhong Shiya took a deep breath. She just saw that Ji Yunhuan was really amazing. From such a long distance, Ji Yunhuan didn't even look at the ball and it went into the hole.
She thinks Ji Yunhuan can win!
She mustered up her courage and raised her hand, nervously saying, "Sister Ji, can I try? But I'm not a good shooter and always can't score. I'm afraid I'll hold you back..."
Ji Yunhuan couldn't help but reach out and touch Zhong Shiya's round face, smiling brightly, "Of course! You've helped me a lot. It doesn't matter if you can't score, just guard the goal."
Zhong Shiya was infected by Ji Yunhuan's confidence. She nodded vigorously and smiled with two small dimples. "Yeah! I will definitely defend it well. We will definitely win."
Two people are enough to start the show. As for how many people Long Haochang wants to find, Ji Yunhuan doesn't care.
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The Duke of Zhongyong was the referee of the polo match, standing on a high platform overlooking the entire field.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he took out the thing in his arms and examined it carefully. It was indeed a dragon pendant. It was pure white, with a flying dragon riding on the clouds and holding a golden bead in its mouth. It was made in the palace, and he had seen His Majesty wearing it.
After His Majesty disappeared, he had been searching for His Majesty's whereabouts, but His Majesty seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, with no news at all.
Why would the Ji family's daughter possess His Majesty's personal belongings? Could it be that the Prime Minister's residence has already found His Majesty? Why isn't His Majesty being welcomed back to the palace?
"Who?" Marquis Zhongyong turned around suddenly and drew the sword from his waist, but found that it was a cat that came up.
Xizi couldn't follow Ji Yunhuan onto the court, so he quietly climbed onto the referee's stand so that he could see Ji Yunhuan at any time.
Fortunately, he was agile and dodged quickly, otherwise he might have been cut in half by the Loyal and Brave Marquis.
The sound of passionate drums rang out in the horse racing field. Both sides had already entered the arena. Seeing that the cat was just lying by the railing and looking down, and not making any trouble, Marquis Zhongyong ignored it.
He held two flags in his hands, one red and one blue, and waved them crosswise. With his breath deep in his dantian, he shouted, "One goal equals one chess move. The one with the most flags wins! The one who loses his horse is out! Game on!"
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