When we arrived at the White Horse Guild Hall, we found a place even more spacious and gorgeous than the Qin Tower in Chang'an.
As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by eight beautiful maids. Even Xie Fu, who was used to seeing beautiful women, his eyes lit up. He felt the scenery was pleasant and his mood was lively. That man didn't like to see beautiful women, and he was a man, so he was no exception.
But Qin Chucheng didn't even look at him seriously, which made people doubt that he was a gentleman.
Cui Sanfei laughed in a low voice: "Brother, you fell in love so quickly?"
Xie Fu responded with a smile: "There is no perfect beauty in the ages, and a beautiful woman is beautiful. How can you not be happy?"
The White Horse Guild Hall was really big. It went all the way through the courtyard, but before stopping, it passed by some venues. Xie Fu showed curiosity about the layout of the venue, but for some reason Cui Sanfei didn't introduce it.
"Sanfei, where are you going?"
“Polo Park.”
At this time, Qin Chucheng turned around and asked: "Thank you, Fu, can you play polo?"
"Won't."
"This is a popular activity in Chang'an."
"Then I want to see it."
Not long after, I heard noisy shouts, and after passing through the round door, I suddenly became enlightened.
It turned out to be an extremely spacious venue. In the middle of the venue, there were two teams, red and black, riding horses and holding sticks. They jumped up and snatched the round polo balls on the grass. The action was extremely fierce. From time to time, the two horses collided and people flipped over.
Cui Sanfei introduced: "As long as one of the red and black teams scores the polo into the other's goal, it will be considered a goal. The first goal will be the first goal and there will be special rewards."
Xie Fu smiled and thought that this activity was good. Firstly, it could strengthen the muscles and bones, and secondly, it could inspire the spirit of worshiping martial arts. If there was a war, it would not be possible to rely solely on those scholars who could recite poems and compose poems.
At this moment, the reins of the horse stopped quickly, and the man on the horse waved the polo ball on the ground with a staff, and the polo ball entered the ball frame with an arrow.
Suddenly, the cheers outside the venue were deafening.
Xie Fu looked around and realized that there was an enclosure outside the stadium, which formed a circle around the stadium. It had two floors. The lower floor was used for various functional rooms, and the upper floor had attic rooms at intervals. After a long circle, there were about
Dozens of attic rooms.
There were many people standing on the fence outside the pavilion, admiring the polo match below the court. There were men and women, and it was obvious from their service that they were either rich or noble.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "You really know how to have fun." Compared with Jiangnan, which only involves reciting poems and writing poems, drinking wine and listening to music, the polo match is really eye-catching.
Cui Sanfei couldn't help but sneer: "What is this?"
Xie Fu was curious: "Could there be something more fun?"
"Yes, there is, but brother, you must not be able to stand it."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "I am not immoral. It is human nature to seek pleasure."
Cui Sanfei changed the topic: "His Royal Highness is also a master of polo. He can hit the ball hundreds of times without stopping."
Xie Fu asked: "I have a doubt. If there were martial arts masters involved, would the polo match still be held?"
No matter how good your golf skills are, they are vulnerable to martial arts. Masters of martial arts can even control the air invisible and control the polo ball out of thin air. How can you play polo?
Cui Sanfei smiled: "Since it is a competition, there are rules. One of them is that you cannot use your true energy. This is a foul."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "That's pretty much it."
Cui Sanfei asked again: "Even if you want to use your true energy, you can't?"
Xie Fu was confused: "Why?"
"The grass is paved with mortal stones. As long as you step on this field, you will be a mortal. You can only win by relying on your equestrian skills. This also prevents anyone from cheating."
"I see."
Xie Fu looked at such a spacious venue and could not imagine how many mortal stones would be used in such a spacious venue.
As far as he knew, the mortal stone was produced in Tianshui Diwan. It was not a rare thing in Tianshui Diwan. However, this object was extremely heavy, several times heavier than copper. A seemingly small mortal stone was easily
It weighs one thousand kilograms and is extremely difficult to transport.
Moreover, mortal stones exist in the form of monolithic boulders in Tianshui Diwan. They are extremely hard and are particularly difficult to cut.
Therefore, mortal stones have become a rarity in other places.
While talking to Cui Sanfei, he had already gone up to the second floor and came to a attic to sit down.
The attic is very spacious and well-equipped with everything. There is a desk for writing and writing, there are famous calligraphy and painting inscriptions hanging on the wall for appreciation and comment, and there is a couch for lazy sleep in spring...
Qin Chuchen made the first salute: "Thank you, Master, please."
As the prince, Qin Chucheng is a minister in front of him. Xie Fu still understands this etiquette: "Your Highness, please."
Qin Chucheng sat down in front of Fang's long case first. This long case could accommodate nearly ten people sitting around it, so it seemed a bit empty with three people sitting there.
Qin Chucheng glanced at Cui Sanfei, who waved his hand.
Qin Chucheng smiled and said: "Those three are not arranged by you."
In front of the long desk is a folding door. At this moment, the folding door is fully opened, and the line of sight is open. Sitting there, you can see the polo match on the field. It makes people feel very comfortable under the spring breeze.
The fierce polo match off the field, with the sound of people and the neighing of horses, made people excited.
Not long after, food and wine were served, and the three of them chatted about polo while eating and drinking.
Cui Sanfei introduced to Xie Fu: "Polo is a very popular activity in Chang'an. Each prince and noble has his own team. The black one is Prince Yan's team, and the red one is Xiao Guogong's team."
This King of Yan should be Qin Chucheng's imperial uncle. Generally, those who can stay in Chang'an are the Xiaoyao King who have no real power.
As for Duke Xiao, he should be a descendant of the eleven heroes who founded the dynasty. Those eleven heroes were either princes or Dukes, and the surname Xiao was one of them. The title of Duke is hereditary. Of course, such people
, there is just a prince and aristocrat on his head. He has been hereditary and has no actual power for a long time.
"These two study polo every day, and their team is considered the best in Chang'an."
While I was talking, I saw two horses colliding with each other in the field. The two horses fell hard on their backs, and the two colliding horses also fell to the ground. Although they had neck protectors, the necks of the two horses were broken.
Neighing and wailing, the two men who had lost their horses quickly stood up, shouting and cheering for their team.
One shouted: "Go, go, go!"
One shouted: "Stop it, get the ball back!"
The competition scene is not without fierceness.
--oops!
--good!
Amid a mixture of sighs and cheers, the ball was scored.
"The black team leads the red team by one goal two to one."
After the goal was scored, they took a short break, dragged the dead and injured horses away from the field, and after making slight adjustments to the personnel, entered the field and continued the game.
Cui Sanfei explained the polo rules to Xie Fu: "Whoever scores three goals first is the winner. The black team only needs to score one more goal to win."
Xie Fu said: "It's really fierce. After a polo match, a lot of horses will be killed or injured."
Cui Sanfei said calmly: "Let alone a horse, it is common for people to die in order to win."
Xie Fu nodded. It was inevitable to be brave and aggressive. He learned from some books that some traditional competitions in the Western Regions were even more bloody.
This is also the reason why for thousands of years, although the Central Plains has been rich in culture, it has not been able to completely conquer these barbarians in the Western Regions.
Since the Qin family of the Emperor worshiped Hu Shangwu, the soldiers of the Daguan Kingdom could compete with the barbarians of the Western Regions with their ruthlessness. With their strong national power and sophisticated armors, they could hold the upper hand.
