My younger sister insisted on marrying me and made me the Marquis' wife.

Chapter 415 Yelu Guzha
Gu Baozhu rode his horse slowly past the Daxing team, staring at his teammates.

Everyone raised their clubs at the same time and shouted in unison: "Fight!"

They looked excited and really followed Gu Baozhu's lead.

The war is about to restart.

Qin Yuan was encouraged by their unyielding fighting spirit, but was also worried about their safety. She couldn't help but shout, "If the rules are not changed, the competition will be biased towards the Yelu clan, which is really unfair. Why not suspend the competition first, let someone get the torches, and then agree on a new rule."

Her voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Master Gu Liu whispered, "Don't worry, Third Sister-in-law. Nothing will happen as long as Third Brother is here."

He looked appreciative, his eyes sparkling, and he clearly trusted Gu Jinghui wholeheartedly.

Qin Heng also said: "Yes, my brother-in-law is the Marquis of Dingbei, he is invincible, and he will definitely ensure that we will not lose. Wasn't it my brother-in-law who saved Sister Baozhu just now?"

The guards were even more confident. They drew their swords and raised them high like a forest, shouting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

For a moment, Daxing's fighting spirit on and off the field was as hot as fire.

Qin Yuan sighed secretly, and gripped the bridle tightly with her slender hands, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Okay, I'm not worried anymore."

The army often uses hunting and playing polo as training, so I am indeed worrying too much.

Lord Gu has been in charge of the army for many years, so he must have some plans in mind.

She should learn to rely on and trust him more in areas where he is good at.

On the field, Gu Jinghui shouted, "Yelü Guzha, it's too dark, pick up a torch first and then fight."

Yelu Guzha's hoarse voice immediately rang out: "Marquis Dingbei, it's up to you. No matter what you ask for, we, the Yelu clan, will accompany you to the end."

The Yelu clan members immediately roared to show their strength.

The referee standing on the stage walked down from the flagpole to rest. The gong beater hung the gong on the flagstand and found a place to sit.

The students of the Imperial College spontaneously went to look for pine torches.

The atmosphere on the field changed from exciting to leisurely and calm.

Everyone knew that this was a brief calm before the fierce battle.

Gu Jinghui stood straight with his hands behind his back, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

There seemed to be a layer of frost on the cold face.

This extraordinary and dangerous handsomeness made the young ladies look at him frequently.

He frowned and asked, "Gu Baozhu, tell me why you started a ball fight after being out for such a short while. Hmm?"

The sound was not loud, but it was so cold that ice chips were falling off.

Gu Baozhu swept away the vigor she had just displayed and explained with a humming voice, with her neck drooping. With the help of her teammates' comments, she was able to quickly explain the not-so-complicated matter.

It was just that she brought a few noble ladies to watch the poetry competition, and she had a dispute with the Yelu people who were also wandering here. The two sides agreed to decide the winner by playing polo, and the loser would be at the mercy of the other party.

Gu Jinghui sneered.

"Polo was first introduced from Tubo. The Yelu people in the northern frontier grew up on horseback and were exposed to polo earlier than us in Daxing. The reason you were able to maintain a tie this time is because the polo balls they usually play are made of cow bladders wrapped in hair and stones, and they are not familiar with the wooden polo balls of Daxing. Otherwise, you would have lost."

Gu Baozhu felt a little weak, then she straightened her chest and said, "They all flatter the tall black guy, saying that he writes the best poems. Even Mr. Qin has to carry his shoes! Mr. Nantang and Mr. Songshan have to kneel down and worship him as their teacher! Can what he wrote be called poetry? Although I'm the daughter of a military general and can't tell whether it's good or bad, other people can understand it. Does he think that there is no one left in Daxing? Even if you, third brother, were there, you couldn't stand it! Right!" It's okay to talk about Mr. Qin, but when it comes to Mr. Nantang, Lord Gu has the same attitude as Gu Baozhu.

He sneered and said, "What kind of poetry can Yelu Guzha write? He used to pretend to be a great talent in the northern frontier, but he was embarrassed by an old student in the border town who had failed to pass the imperial examination for many years. He is so shameless that he incited you ignorant little girls to play polo."

Upon hearing this, Gu Baozhu immediately added: "This man is really annoying, like a wild dog, barking at everything he sees."

"He is a hostage of the Yelu clan, so naturally there are many people around him. You should stay away from him in the future."

Seeing that Lord Gu was not so cold anymore, Gu Baozhu pleaded with her eyes wide open: "Third brother, I know you are angry. If it weren't for you, I would have been seriously injured. But now the arrow is on the string, you can't let us admit defeat, right?"

Gu Jinghui uttered two words briefly.

"will not."

After a pause, he said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't let you lose."

Gu Baozhu and the other women immediately cheered.

Qin Siyuan found Qin Yuan while the crowd was dispersing.

"Thank goodness you're here."

Qin Siyuan's face was filled with fear.

Qin Yuan asked: "How come I heard that Seventh Sister signed a life and death agreement with the Yelu clan for your poem?"

Qin Siyuan Qingjun, who was sweating profusely from the crowd, had a look of frustration on his face.

"Sister, this is a long story. By the time I found out, they had already signed a life and death agreement. Miss Seven is very straightforward and can't stand being provoked. The Yelu family is really too much. It was clearly a verbal dispute between a man and a woman, but they wanted two teams of women to play polo to decide the winner. This group of barbarians is really treacherous and shameless."

Qin Yuan was silent for a moment.

She really didn't understand how the situation turned out like this.

But where Gu Baozhu is around, anything is possible.

Qin Heng comforted them: "With my brother-in-law here, they can probably win."

Qin Siyuan put his hands in his wide sleeves and sighed. As a scholar, he really couldn't help much.

Mr. Gu Liu waved to him and asked him to come over.

"Brother Siyuan, come over and talk. I haven't seen you these days. I heard from Shen Changle that people from Shuhai Pavilion have come to challenge us. You should write more good poems."

Qin Siyuan smiled and said, "I'm busy preparing for the imperial examination. My uncle asked me to look up poems about fireflies over the years, so I don't have much time. I've read your new poems. You've made great progress. I can see that you've worked hard."

Mr. Gu Liu couldn't help but smile.

"Mr. Songshan asked me to memorize all Tang poems before writing poetry. These days, I recite poems until three o'clock in the morning every day."

Qin Heng stuck out his tongue: "This...this...is too hard."

At this time, torches had been lit one after another, and the field gradually became brighter.

Gu Jinghui stood in the middle of the field, and shouted with all his might, “Yelü Guzha, bring the agreement between the two sides to me. I have noticed that you have repeatedly violated the rules when playing polo, so you cannot play like this if we want to play again.”

Upon hearing this, there was an uproar inside and outside the venue, with people saying all kinds of things.

Amid the noise, Yelu Guzha slowly walked into the venue.

His head full of coarse and messy hair and dark and strong figure came into everyone's sight. The strong wild aura all over his body was indeed as Qin Heng said, and it could not be concealed by wearing a wide-sleeved robe.