At both ends of the field, there are two goals with wooden posts embedded between them. A round hole is opened at the lower end as a ball room. Whoever hits a fist-sized ball in will win.

In addition, the goal and the ball are both carved in red, which is very eye-catching and helps with viewing.

Of course, there are some very simple rules, such as not using your hands, only swinging, to prevent golf from turning into a group fight.

If you replaced the stick with a knife...

The thought flashed away, it was indeed necessary for the country to respect this, and the martial spirit was indispensable.

The country of Japan has a long, narrow and mountainous terrain, so the horses are very short. Considering their height, they look like a monkey riding a dog.

Therefore, after appearing on the stage, he did not receive much applause. Everyone was amazed and had no expectations for the Japanese victory.

In comparison, the Silla people were taller, but not very bloody, especially after being taught a lesson by the Tang army several times.

In addition, the number of the envoys sent was not large, and there were even fewer people who were good at martial arts, riding and shooting. They grabbed cooks who were excellent at making kimchi to make up the number, and they could barely gather twelve team members.

"It's boring."

After watching for a while, Li Xian shook his head.

King Zhou and King Xiang couldn't help but frown.

If there wasn't a match between Tang Dynasty and Tubo later, Meng Fan couldn't help but want to leave.

"These little dwarfs are quite fierce..."

Li Lingyue, who was only the age of a nutmeg, but in Meng Fan's eyes, was just an innocent little girl. She couldn't help but sigh when she saw the Japanese who were only about the same height as herself running rampant and shouting, but the score was slightly ahead.

In the end, Silla relied on a decisive victory to defend the fact that it was sitting on the throne of Japan.

It's a pity that no one feels excited, it's just novices pecking each other, just watch it as a show.

The main show was finally about to begin, and for some reason, Meng Fan felt that something unexpected might happen next.

At this moment, a burst of cheers that echoed through the sky was heard on the sub-stage. When his eyes returned to the court, he saw the Datang Yulin Military Camp Team tying up their horses' tails and riding into the field with clubs in hand.

The cheers continued for a long time.

This game was held in the Forbidden Palace in Chang'an, the imperial capital. In the words of later generations, it was called the home field advantage. Even before it started, they were already ahead of the Tubo people in terms of momentum.

As we all know, the horse breeding industry in the Tang Dynasty was extremely prosperous, especially the horses selected for the royal competitions. They were carefully selected and bred from generation to generation, with Turkic horses as the main breed, and some other bloodlines were crossed to make them more durable and flexible.

Aspects such as sex and family relationships are more prominent.

The horses from the Tubo side are slightly shorter, but they are definitely not that challenging in terms of endurance and are even stronger than the horses of Turkic descent because they live in the plateau.

Compared with the messy game just now, this time it is undoubtedly more entertaining. The Tubo team cut all the manes on the necks of the horses short, while the Yulin Army braided the horse's manes into patterns, and both sides tied their pony tails tightly.

Braided on the ground.

The reason for doing this is to avoid entanglement in the fierce competition and delay the progress of the event.

Very professional.

As both sides lined up, lined up, the strong horse legs were like a jungle of muscles.

As soon as the drum sounds, it officially begins.

Tang Jun hit the first shot, and there was a loud, crisp sound. The crescent head of the stick stirred up a large piece of loess on the ground, and the polo was hit and flew far away.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of hoofbeats was loud, like thunder, and both sides of the ball were chasing the ball.

The cheers continued.

However, this situation did not last long, and the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty were stunned. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Tubo people scored three goals in a row. This group of people seemed to be well prepared, and their skills were very good.

The warriors selected from Lin's army were washed away and unable to fight back.

On the auxiliary stage, the Tibetan envoy laughed and was very proud when he saw this.

Abused at home?

Or after enjoying the singing and dancing, filling your stomach with the royal chef's skills, and then come here to endure this one-sided show and watch your own people being tortured?

All the officials and even the women in the palace naturally looked unhappy, and some soldiers shouted: "Erlang, replace me with Erlang."

The Queen of Heaven had four sons, and the former prince died of illness. Naturally, Erlang was the current prince, Li Xian. The guards in the palace knew that he was very good at ball, so they took the lead in shouting his name in an attempt to restore the situation.

In order to calm down the noise among the people, Empress Wu Zetian said to Li Xian next to her: "Go down and participate, don't ruin everyone's fun."

"My son, I accept the decree."

"Queen mother, my son is going too."

King Zhou and King Xiang said in unison.

The nobles of the Tang Dynasty loved sensuality and hunting. As a prince, as long as he was not naturally weak, he would be exposed to horse riding, archery, etc. Not to mention practicing all day long, the frequency would definitely be no lower than that of the imperial guards.

Soon the three brothers put on narrow-sleeved robes, wore turbans on their heads, wore hard-soled boots, and held crescent-shaped sticks in their hands, and entered the court in a heroic manner.

This time, the officials immediately rekindled their hope and raised their arms and shouted again, not caring about the dignity.

I saw Li Xian riding a tall horse, with two younger brothers replacing three people, and galloping to join them, running back and forth, the horse was unusually powerful.

The atmosphere became heated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The person shouting the loudest was right next to him. Meng Fan saw Li Lingyue dancing with great enthusiasm. He obviously admired his three brothers very much.

Unfortunately, those Tibetan people came well prepared and their skills were extraordinary. They were undoubtedly carefully selected and trained for a long time before they were sent to Chang'an.

Although they have not seen previous competitions, all the princes in the imperial court are full of confidence. They think that the Tang Dynasty will win more and lose less.

In addition, many people sighed that this time the level of the Tibetan people was higher than ever before, and the words reached Meng Fan's ears.

The three princes clashed left and right and fought hard for about two moments. They found a total of five opportunities to hit the goal and hit three times. After leveling the score, the two sides reached a deadlock and the game was indistinguishable.

However, a Tubo man suddenly lost control of his horse and hit the shoulder of Li Xian's horse. The already weak horse fell to the side and threw him off.

Suddenly there was an uproar in the stands, and then a team of cavalry rushed up, rescued Li Xian and brought him back. At the same time, the game was suspended.

The prince seemed to be fine, he was just limping and had a slight injury on his leg.

On the stage, the Tibetan envoy shouted:

"It's not a rampage, it's not a violation!"

"Just a small-scale collision."

Wu Zetian, who didn't pay much attention to Li Xian at first, also expressed concern: "Erlang, is it okay? Quickly, send the imperial doctor."

Small injury...

Meng Fan could tell at a glance that there was nothing wrong with him, it was just that he had difficulty moving for four or five days.

Li Xian said helplessly: "Go back to my mother, I'm not seriously injured. I was just careless and shouldn't have fallen off the horse."

Polo is an intense sport, and the Tibetan players are indeed brutal, but it is indeed considered a small-scale conflict and there is no direct foul play.

Wu Zetian heard this and smiled generously:

"As long as no one is hurt, it's just a shooting. Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. We in the Tang Dynasty have magnanimity."

"The queen has a kind heart, which we admire."

The Tubo envoy listened and held his fist in front of him.

But I couldn't help but laugh afterwards, looking extremely proud.

This made the officials of the Tang Dynasty who came to watch the ceremony displeased. Meng Fan could clearly feel that his aunt, who had been very kind ever since he met her, suddenly became serious.

It's not just the attitude, it's also about the title.

Now the Second Saint is coming to court!

At this moment, King Li Xian of Zhou Dynasty, who was resting on the edge of the court, rode his horse to the audience and said:

"Mother, please invite cousin Jiuru to come on stage."
Chapter completed!