novelraw Chapter 415: Yelv Guza
Chapter 415: Yelv Guza
Gu Baoshu rode slowly past the Da Xing Team, her eyes fixed on her teammates.
Everyone raised their mallets simultaneously, shouting in unison: "Fight!"
With an expression of excitement, they truly looked up to Gu Baoshu as their leader.
As the battle was about to resume.
Qin Yuan felt encouraged by this unyielding fighting spirit but worried for their safety, she couldn’t help but shout: "If the rules aren’t changed, the competition will lean towards the Yelv Clan, which is truly unfair. It’s better to pause the game first, have someone get a torch, and then renegotiate the rules."
Her voice was drowned out in the boiling crowd.
Sixth Master Gu whispered, "Third sister-in-law, don’t worry. With Third Brother here, nothing will happen."
His face was full of admiration, eyes sparkling, clearly trusting Gu Jinghui wholeheartedly.
Qin Heng also said, "Indeed, brother-in-law is the Dingbei Marquis, undefeated in battle, surely he can ensure our side won’t lose. Wasn’t it sister Baozhu that he just saved?"
The guards were even more confident, drew their waist knives, held them high like forests, and shouted: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
In an instant, the fighting spirit of Da Xing on and off the field was as fiery as burning flames.
Qin Yuan secretly sighed, her slender hands tightly gripping the bridle, her knuckles vaguely pale.
"Alright, I’m not worried anymore."
In the army, hunting and polo are often used in training, she’s indeed been over-worrying.
Marquis Gu has been in command for many years, surely he has strategic plans in his mind.
She should learn to rely on and trust him more in his areas of expertise.
On the field, Gu Jinghui shouted, "Yelv Guza, the sky is too dark, let’s pick up the torch and then battle."
Yelv Guza’s rough voice immediately sounded: "Dingbei Marquis, as you wish, no matter what demands you make, we, the Yelv Clan people, will accompany you to the end."
The Yelv Clan people immediately let out a howl, showing their momentum.
The referee standing on the stage walked down to rest, the gong striker hung the gong on the flagpole, and also found a place to sit.
The students of the Imperial College spontaneously went to find pine torch.
The atmosphere on the field shifted from excitement to leisure and calm.
Everyone knew this was a brief calm before a fierce battle.
Gu Jinghui with his hands behind his back, stood straight, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
A layer of frost seemed to hang on his cold and stern face.
This extraordinary and dangerous beauty attracted glances from the maidens.
His sharp brows tightly knitted as he asked, "Gu Baoshu, tell me properly, why did you start playing polo after being out for just a while? Hmm?"
Although his voice was not loud, it was chilling like ice shards falling.
Gu Baoshu swept away her earlier commanding vigor, lowering her pink neck and mumbling explanations, and with her teammates supplementing in a babble, the not-so-complicated matter was quickly clarified.
It was just that she brought several noblewomen to watch the poetry contest and got into a dispute with the wandering Yelv Clan people, and they agreed, using polo to decide the victory, the loser allowing the opponent to handle them as they pleased.
Gu Jinghui sneered softly.
"Polo initially entered from Tubo, and the Yelv Clan people in the Northern Border grew up on horseback, encountering polo earlier than us in Da Xing. This time, you maintained a draw only because they usually play polo with balls made of cow bladder wrapped with hair and sewn with stones, unfamiliar with Da Xing’s wooden polo balls, otherwise you would surely be at a disadvantage."
Gu Baoshu felt a bit deflated, yet immediately puffed up her chest, saying: "They all flatter that tall black guy, saying his poetry is the best, Mr. Qin even has to bring him shoes! What Young Master Nantang, and Mr. Songshan all have to kneel and worship him as a master! Can what he writes be called poetry? Although I’m the daughter of a military general, I can’t really tell good from bad, but others can. Does he think there’s no one in Da Xing? Even if you, Third Brother, were there, you couldn’t stand it either! Right?"
Speaking of Mr. Qin was alright, but speaking of Young Master Nantang, Marquis Gu had the same stance as Gu Baoshu.
He sneered mockingly, "What poetry can Yelv Guza write, in the past at the Northern Border he liked to pretend to be a great scholar, but was made to feel shame by an old student who failed the scholar exam for many years at the border city. He provoked you naive little girls to play polo, truly shameless to the utmost."
Upon hearing, Gu Baoshu immediately chimed in, "This person is truly annoying, like a wild dog, barking madly at everything."
"He is the hostage of the Yelv Clan, naturally many people will surround him, you should stay away from him in the future."
Seeing Marquis Gu was no longer so sternly cold, Gu Baoshu pleaded pitifully, "Third Brother, I know you’re angry, if not for Third Brother, I would have probably been seriously injured just now, but now the arrow is on the string, we can’t just admit defeat, right?"
Gu Jinghui succinctly tossed out two words.
"No way."
After a pause, he added calmly, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you lose."
Gu Baoshu and the other women immediately burst into cheers.
Qin Siyuan took advantage of the dispersing crowd to find Qin Yuan.
"Thankfully you came."
Qin Siyuan showed a face full of fear.
Qin Yuan asked, "How come I heard Seventh Sister signed a Life and Death Document with the Yelv Clan for your poetry?"
Sweating profusely, Qin Siyuan’s elegant face was full of frustration.
"Big Sister, this matter is a long story, by the time I learned of it, they had already signed the Life and Death Document. Seventh Miss has a straightforward temperament, unable to resist provocation. The Yelv Clan people are truly excessive, clearly a verbal argument between men and women, yet they demand to decide the outcome with a women’s team polo match. These barbaric people are utterly deceitful and shameless."
Qin Yuan was silent for a moment.
She really couldn’t understand how the situation had developed like this.
But where Gu Baoshu is present, anything is possible.
Qin Heng consoled, "With brother-in-law here, they should be able to win."
Qin Siyuan sighed deeply, hands tucked into wide sleeves, as a scholar he truly couldn’t offer much help.
Sixth Master Gu waved repeatedly, calling him over.
"Brother Siyuan, come quickly for a chat, I haven’t seen you these days. I heard from Shen Changle that the people from Book Sea Pavilion are all coming to challenge, you should write a few more good poems."
Qin Siyuan laughed, "I’ve been busy preparing for the Advanced Scholar exam, my uncle also asked me to research past Poems of Fireflies, not much time, but I’ve read all your new poems, you’ve made great progress, clearly you’ve put serious effort."
Sixth Master Gu couldn’t help but beam with joy.
"Mr. Songshan asked me to memorize the Complete Tang Poems before writing, these days I’ve been reciting poems until midnight."
Qin Heng stuck out his tongue, "This... this is... too diligent."
At this moment, torches had been lit gradually, the field brightened.
Gu Jinghui stood in the field, gathering strength in his voice as he shouted, "Yelv Guza, bring the agreements from both sides, let this Marquis take a look. I’ve seen you playing polo repeatedly out of order, if you want to fight again, it can’t be played like this."
Upon hearing, the crowds inside and outside the field immediately made a clamor, saying all sorts of things.
In the noisy crowd, Yelv Guza slowly walked into the field.
The full head of coarse, shaggy hair and the dark, robust body came into everyone’s view, with a dense aura of wilderness indeed as Qin Heng said, absolutely couldn’t be concealed by wearing a wide-sleeved robe.