After wearing the book, she became the emperor's favorite

Chapter 137 In the prime of life, he was a hero when he was a teenager
You can see a group of young and handsome people galloping on the polo field.

That would be a blessing.

The people watching outside the paddock couldn't help cheering.

This time, there are many young disciples, who are still the best in the competition.

This can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.

The women around were also cheering. Although their voices were not loud, it was difficult to conceal their joy.

In the center of the field, the person in charge of giving orders throws the wooden ball.

I saw an arc in the air.

What followed was that six steeds roared past.

All of a sudden, it galloped between heaven and earth.

Shouldn't the young man Zhenyi be seen as a banner of a thousand miles of wind?A young man blinks his eyes, and he can also think about the eternity.

When these guys were all teenagers, they swung their clubs on the polo field, fully demonstrating their superb riding skills.

on the field.

Mu Yungui is usually the most detached and cynical.

But at this time, he was very skilled in the game and grabbed a lot of good shots in the hands of the other three.

The eldest son of the Mu family and the second son cooperated very well, and they only needed to look at each other to know how to play polo.

And at the beginning, the other group of three people hadn't fully adapted yet.

They are all fighting each other.

"The third son of the Mu family scored a goal."

"The third son of the Mu family scored a goal."

……

"The third son of the Mu family scored again."

For a while, the scorers on the side of the stand couldn't bear to look at it. This third son of the Mu family is really young and promising.

Scoring goals every time, it's really a moment, and it's unparalleled.

And the people watching outside the paddock couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The third son of the Mu family is really a handsome young man with an extraordinary figure.

There are also quite a few girls who are as beautiful as flowers, just at the right time of youth, secretly promising their hearts.

Hong Shi sat on the high platform and couldn't bear to stare.

She was surprised.

The three good brothers in the original body, the eldest brother is as calm as a pine, the second brother is as chic as a bamboo, and the third brother is as gentle as a jade.

Why is this the case now.

On the polo field, everyone is like a wolf and a tiger, and the situation is very brave.

In the past, there are winds and clouds, and there is no grass.

And their riding skills are exceptionally superb.

Hong Shi couldn't help doubting life.

Why didn't the original body inherit a little bit of talent to be good at riding.

Could it be a genetic problem.

Forget it, it's the matter of the original body, what does it have to do with a person like her who came through a book.

She left here and thought about this and that all day long.

This is so unpleasant.

"What's the matter? Little girl, you are thinking about life again here."

Jun Jixue's eyes widened when she looked at Hongshi.

And the eyes were silent, with a little melancholy, probably thinking about something bad.

"No, I'm just thinking that my brothers are so powerful, so I have to work harder."

Hong Shi pouted.

How could she think about life every day.

It's just that, as their younger sister, it's a bit embarrassing for her to be doing nothing.

"It's inexplicable that you hurt the spring and the autumn. You are better than them, at least in terms of cultivation and alchemy."

Jun Jixue was a little helpless.

Little girl like this, isn't it good enough?

Still thinking about how to improve myself.

I really have nothing to do.

There were not many people around the two of them, but one of them was looking at the night wall on the polo field wholeheartedly.

There are also a few people who don't know much.

So, the content of their conversation is quite casual.

"Forget it, just treat it as me being too boring."

Hongshi didn't hurt the spring and the autumn.

She felt that she was just thinking a little too much, but it would not hurt the spring and the autumn.

Looking at my brothers when they were young.

She just felt that the young man here, after three to five years, might shed his red blood and gallbladder.

Perhaps the youth here in the past will slowly grow into a towering tree.

Can not help but have some ideas.

The two continued to look at the polo field.

I saw Mu Yungui followed the ball's trajectory, snatched Leng Qihan's ball halfway, hit it with a stick, and hit the ball into the goal.

At that moment, she seemed to feel a rush of energy.

It was a kind of sharpness like sheathing a knife.

It gives people such a feeling: even if you close the book and drink the wine again, it's like seeing thousands of miles of smoke and dust clear.

The people outside the paddock also cheered.

They were all praising Mr. Mu San.

Have the talent to accomplish great things, and have the demeanor of a general.

But then I didn't say this anymore, because if we continue to talk about it, it will involve that young lady.

They are still somewhat shy.

After one ball after another, the time for the competition is coming to an end.

Just listen.

The referee stood on the central platform and spoke loudly.

"There is still half a stick of incense before the end of this round of competition."

Then the gong was struck once.

In order to show their encouragement and encouragement, remind them to come back to their senses.

Hong Shi couldn't bear to smile knowingly.

This polo competition is quite humane, and even the remaining time of the competition has been calculated.

Reminds her of her time in high school.

There will be a sound when you are doing a question in the examination room.

Also that kind of words.

"There are still 15 minutes before the end of the exam. Candidates are requested to pay attention to the exam time."

It is used to remind the time, which is similar to the time of the polo match.

Listen time is running out.

Leng Qihan, Xie Qingmang and Song Zhouquan made eye contact.

But they didn't seem to understand what each of them meant.

They can only prepare to swing their sticks and move.

The polo fell in the sky.

It happened to land in front of Xie Qingmang.

I saw Mu Yungui raised his whip and whipped his horse, directly blocking Xie Qingmang's face.

He jumped up suddenly, hit the polo in the air, hit the polo directly into the goal, and smashed the goal through the hole.

A trace of impatience flashed in Xie Qingmang's eyes.

This man's speed and stature are above him.

Although he has always been pretentious, he is not ignorant of the importance.

This man's polo skills are indeed above him.

It is worthy of being a disciple of the immortal sect who is famous all over Beiliang.

"The third son of the Mu family scored a goal."

……

There was a burst of galloping horses, the sound of wind howling, and the field was covered with smoke and dust.

"It's time. The three sons of the Mu family win."

That referee or something struck the gong again.

The people outside the paddock cheered and applauded.

They couldn't help feeling that the Mu family was not only the clan of the Immortal Sect, but also such a few brave sons.

It was truly terrifying, and at the same time astonishingly enviable.

This round is over.

A few of them stood in the middle of the paddock.

Xie Qingmang dismounted first, and he felt that there was no need for him to continue competing.

He is the eldest son of the Duke of Wei. He has been trained internally since he was a child and is proficient in the six arts.

In Wugou City, he can be regarded as the top figure in the noble family.

Today, seeing the three members of the Mu family, I feel ashamed.

"Brother Mu is good at riding, it really makes us feel ashamed."

He bowed his hands very modestly to show his congratulations.

Leng Qihan and Song Zhouquan got off their horses as well, and after saying some polite words, they left.

For a moment, only the three young masters of the Mu family were left sitting on their steeds.

In the prime of his life, he was a hero when he was young.

　I ran across mountains and rivers in the dark night with loneliness.Listening to the rough sigh of the yellow-skinned old cow, listening to the singing of migratory birds returning, but I don't want to hear the sound of passers-by calling me back.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)