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

Chapter 418: What do you think is amazing?
After these words were spoken, Qin Siyuan and Gu Liuye couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Qin Yuan glanced at his brother with amusement, and said flatteringly, "Why don't you read it out loud for everyone to hear? If it's interesting, it will be a great achievement."

The guards nearby immediately responded loudly: "Yes, please read it out loud, young master!"

Qin Heng cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "Everyone, please listen to me slowly: Yelu the hostage is sitting in a well and is crazy, laughing at my Daxing for not having a brilliant chapter. The folk songs in the mountains are full of elegance, and the monkeys in human clothes are busy catching lice."

"Good," everyone applauded.

Qin Heng smiled and bowed: "Cousin, elder sister, I have helped you vent your anger."

Qin Yuan nodded: "Not bad, it rhymes and is interesting."

Qin Siyuan said: "I didn't expect that Brother Heng has some quick thinking skills. If uncle knew, he would be very happy."

Qin Heng begged, "My cousin, please don't tell Dad. If he knew, he would definitely scold me for being shameful and tell me to study more."

After listening to Qin Heng's poems, everyone also wrote many of their own.

Such as: "Yelu the barbarian is outrageous in his speech. He belittles my poetry and praises folk songs. He is ignorant and talks about the pros and cons of others. How can he not be insulted by his ancestors?"

This is already insulting.

But there are even more cruel ones, such as: "The barbarians are arrogant and speak nonsense, disparaging elegant poems and praising folk songs. All because they do not know the long-standing tradition, and their ancestors are ashamed to face the grave."

Primary school students can already make couplets, so they can naturally swear at will.

At this point, half of the people outside the venue could compose a poem on the spot, expressing their utmost sarcasm, and some did not care about rhyme or not just for fun.

Everyone mocked for a while and then scolded Yelu for his low character.

"Shuhai Pavilion invites poets to compete in poetry. The Yelu clan came to challenge us and insulted us, forcing the young lady to play polo with them. They were so vicious in playing polo just now. It was obvious that they were deliberately trying to force Miss Gu Qi to scare her horse. If Lord Gu hadn't been here, she would have been in great danger. They are really inhumane."

"Yelü looks big and strong, but behaves like a mean person. No wonder he was beaten so badly by Marquis Dingbei."

The Yelu people were so humiliated by the insults that they had no choice but to threaten with their fists as big as sandbags.

But this is the Imperial College, and the guards of Marquis Dingbei are here, so how can we allow them to run wild?

There was a commotion outside the venue, and it seemed there was no way to stop it.

Yelu Guzha saw and heard it all, and knew that he had to compete with Gu Jinghui.

If you win, you win in the end.

Most of today's shame can be washed away.

So he suppressed his shame and anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Now that I have said everything I need to say, what else do you have to say, Marquis Dingbei?"

Lord Gu smiled and said, "I said earlier that the rules need to be revised to be fair."

"Then let's redefine it!"

Yelu Guzha agreed immediately.

After receiving the signal, the red envelope leader of the Yelu team stepped forward to discuss the treaty with Gu Baozhu and others, and finally came up with three points.

1. Do not charge with malicious intent;
2. You may not hit your opponent's horse with a club;
3. You may not hit the opponent's players with the club.

In addition, the daughter of the Minister of Rites was required not to speak obscene words, not to be rude or provocative, and to tie her ponytail tightly with a rope, not to let it hang loose, so as not to interfere with other people's judgment.

If there is a violation, the team will be directly declared the loser, be sent off, or have to apologize in public, depending on the severity of the situation.

The Yelu people have always played ball without any scruples. Although they were reluctant, they did not dare to say anything more.

The people of Daxing outside the court said, "Isn't that right? Polo is a game, designed to show off one's ball and horse skills, not barbarism. During the reign of the previous emperor, Tubo sent an envoy to Chang'an to marry Princess Tai'an, and the polo team brought by the envoy played against the palace polo team. The Tubo team won every game, but we entertained them happily. It's not that people in the Central Plains cannot afford to lose, but we don't encourage such barbaric behavior."

The Yelu people were silent.

Yelu Guzha suppressed his anger and asked again, "Does Lord Gu have anything else to say?"

Lord Gu said, "Of course there are." "Please speak." Yelu Guzha clenched his teeth and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Lord Gu looked at Gu Baozhu and the others and said, "This life and death agreement was signed to compare the quality of poems and ballads. The hostages and the ladies signed the agreement, but the women from Yelu and Daxing took the stage. I think this is inappropriate. The game is already halfway through, and it's too late to say this, but we can still catch up with those who come."

"What does Marquis Dingbei mean? Why not just say it directly."

"The second half will be played by men. This is fair. What do you think?"

Yelu Jizi's hawk-like gaze was fixed on Gu Jinghui's stern face, as if he wanted to stare two holes into it.

Lord Gu was also looking back at him, showing no sign of weakness.

The crowd outside the venue was full of cheers: "Yes!"

"We are willing to fight!"

"war!"

Both the Daxing people and the Yelu people agreed with this proposal.

The women's competition is certainly exciting, but the men are unwilling to give all the glory of both sides to the women.

Gu Baozhu said angrily, "Third brother, are you going to kick us out?"

Gu Jinghui smiled and said, “Most of the poems on this poetry contest were written by men. We can’t let them hide behind women. What’s this? If you want to play, you can. We’ll change people after three more incense sticks, okay?”

Gu Baozhu wanted to speak more.

The other ladies couldn't wait to agree.

They did not have the physical strength of Gu Baozhu and were tired long ago. They were only trying to hold on because they were worried about losing Daxing's face. Now that Lord Gu was coordinating the arrangements, they were naturally happy to go down and watch the men's competition.

"We have to watch the Marquis play."

Gu Jinghui asked Yelu Guzha with a smile: "Do you want to compete with me?"

Yelu Guzha smiled and said, "Why not? I have long wanted to fight you, but my father didn't want to."

“That’s good.” Gu Jinghui said, “The women’s match will continue for three incense sticks of time, and the chips will accumulate. The men’s match will last for half an hour. If there is no winner, there will be an extra round.”

"Row!"

Yelu Guzha was eager to save face on the field.

After the two sides reached an agreement, they high-fived each other as an oath.

At this time, there was jubilation both inside and outside the stadium.

Yelu Guzha returned to his original position, gritted his teeth and ordered the attendant beside him, "Take out the needle for me quickly."

When the servant saw Yelu Guzha's wrist which was already black and swollen, he gasped.

"How can you be so careless, young master?"

Yelu Guzha squeezed out three words from Gu Jinghui from between his teeth: "It's all his fault. Give me the antidote quickly."

The servant quickly brought the antidote and fed it to him.

This poison is extracted from poisonous grass in the northern wilderness. If you are pricked by it, your limbs will become paralyzed and you will experience unbearable itching.

"Young Master is really patient."

Yelu Guzha said, "What can I do if I can't bear it? This is the return gift from Marquis Dingbei."

Gu Jinghui had already returned to his team.

When she saw him, Qin Yuan smiled sweetly and praised him, "My husband is really amazing."

Lord Gu's face was full of pride, and he kept asking, "What do you think is so great?"