Princess Changning was granted the title of princess during the Shenlong period, opened a palace, set up subordinate officials, but did not set up a chief historian, and her treatment was the same as that of a prince.

Unfortunately, all the honors and favors disappeared with the death of Zhongzong, and the current saint launched the Tang Long coup and installed Ruizong on the throne.

Nowadays, this mansion, which cost 200,000 yuan to be built, belongs to King Yong, the sixteenth son of the current saint. He loves polo and often holds games in the stadium.

Lu Li happened to want to see the first movement in the Tang Dynasty, so he took Miss Qian Rui with him.

"This place is His Highness Yong Wang's villa. It is heavily guarded. Lu Qing will be safe when he comes here. Let's go back and recover as soon as possible."

"I heard that today's match is against Tibet. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see the grace of our Tang Dynasty athletes."

"What's such a pity? It's also a beautiful thing to enjoy the scenery while walking around."

During the conversation, the two bad guys secretly guarding me walked away.

Jue venue.

To make things easier, Lu Li didn't have any servants following him, but he was very impressive and had a beautiful lady by his side, so the doorman naturally didn't dare to underestimate him and hurried up to greet him.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Lu Li took out his name sticker. This was a courtesy for guests and also to show his identity.

Not long after, the doorman returned the name sticker with both hands, bowed and said, "It turns out to be Lu Qing, please come quickly."

It was too late for King Yong to be happy when a third-rank official came to watch the football match. As a servant, how could he dare to refuse.

In fact, if His Highness King Yong was not preparing for the match with all his strength and could not get away at all, the doorman would have sent someone to notify him to come and greet him.

In this way, under the guidance of the guards, the two came to the stadium viewing area.

I thought I had arrived early enough, but now the stands were filled with noble men and women. After all, this match against Tibet was considered a national-level event.

The steward who knew Lu Li's identity took him directly to the high platform, which was the VIP area with the widest view and overlooking the entire arena.

At the moment, both teams have not yet appeared on the stage, and they are both busy making preparations.

Datang and Tubo had a feud and fought for decades, with victories and defeats.

After the current saint came to the throne, he worked hard to govern. The Tang Dynasty was at its peak and its military was unprecedentedly powerful. It eliminated the embarrassing situation of being passive and passive in the border wars during the Wu and Zhou Dynasties. He repeatedly gained the upper hand in the war against Tubo.

Because of this, Tibetan Chi De Zuzan specially sent an envoy to Chang'an, hoping to compete with the Tang Dynasty in the juju venue.

In other words.

The battlefield is a battlefield used to promote the country's prestige.

"Last year, my grandfather led his army out of Xiping, marched more than a thousand miles, and captured the city of Hongji in Tubo. Today, I, an athlete of the Tang Dynasty, will definitely be able to show off his power in front of my own door!"

The face of the young man with the horns turned red, he clenched his fists and said loudly.

The high platform was only open to VIPs, so there were not many people there, and besides Lu Li and Miss Qian Rui, they were all young men, the oldest of whom was only eleven or twelve years old.

Hearing the heroic words of his companion, a young man frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Tubo Zanpu Chide Zuzan is worthy of a generation of heroes, otherwise he would not have been able to sustain for so many years under the attack of our Heavenly Army of the Tang Dynasty."

"The Tibetan envoys chose the Shangyuan Festival to issue their declaration of war. I'm afraid they are quite certain."

"Humph, if you can't be a hero on the battlefield, what can you do if you come to Chang'an?" The young man in charge had a stern look in his eyes, full of confidence.

This scene happened to Lu Li secretly, which made him quite interesting.

"This young man is probably the son of Huangfu Weiming, the governor of Longyou." Qian Rui explained.

Lu Li nodded and thought to himself: What the general is saying is true.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but talk to the group of teenagers beside him, and asked with a smile: "Today is the Lantern Festival, there are flower boats, singing, dancing, and juggling on the streets. Why don't you go?"

In fact, the teenagers have noticed Lu Li for a long time. If he can be personally led to a high platform by the steward of Prince Yong's Mansion, will his identity be simple?

Because of this, Huangfu Hong restrained his energy and crossed his hands and said: "Singing and dancing lightly is of no use to the country, but shooting and bowing implies the way of battle. We are young and cannot carry the sword to the battlefield, so we come here to cheer and cheer for the athletes of the Tang Dynasty."

Tigers roar in the valley, and all beasts are in panic; eagles and falcons test their wings, and the wind and dust spread.

His attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, but his words are sharp.

Lu Li sighed with emotion: "I have the courage to speak out and go to the battlefield at the age of 10. How proud of me, a young man of the Tang Dynasty."

Hearing the elders praising themselves, the young men all looked happy.

At this time, more than a dozen figures appeared in the arena, some holding heavy hammers and others carrying oil barrels.

Polo, also known as juju, is somewhat similar to football in later generations. Warriors hold sticks and control their mounts while hitting the ball and hitting the short goal on the enemy's side to try to plan.

Every competition is no less than the last battlefield. After all, in such an intense sport, it is easy to fall off the horse and get injured.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, sharp objects will be removed from the arena in advance, then filled with sand, and finally wetted with fine sesame oil to prevent horses' hooves from splashing dust.

"It will start in half a moment." Huangfuhong was excited.

This theater is two thousand steps long and one thousand steps wide. With more than ten servants working together, it won't take long to put it in order.

"Does Mr. Lang think I, a great athlete from the Tang Dynasty, can win?"

"Of course." Lu Li said firmly.

Hearing this, Miss Qian Rui smiled slightly and said, "How about a bet? I bet on Tubo and I will lose."

"Then I bet that Tubo will be defeated."

Neither of them believed that Tibet could win, so they bet on how much the Tang Dynasty could win.

If there are less than five chips, Tubo will be considered defeated.

If it is more than five chips and less than ten chips, it is considered a draw.

With more than ten chips, Tang Da wins.

The reason why they made this bet was because they heard from Huangfu Hong that King Yong and the Tibetan Ambassador had made an appointment in advance, and the winner would be whichever team reaches 20 chips first.

"Mr. Lang, if I win, you will promise me something." Miss Qianrui said softly.

Lu Li said cheerfully: "Yes."

Anyway, she knew it well and couldn't make excessive demands, so there was no need to be coy.

As time goes by, there are more and more visitors, and they are all well-known people in Chang'an.

Because the two great powers of the time, Tubo and Tang Dynasty, faced off in a dignified battle, and the level of fighting was so high that people really didn’t want to miss it.

"I didn't expect to meet my beloved here."

A voice came from behind.

Lu Li turned around and looked around, and an old man wearing a yellow robe came into view. He had sharp eyebrows and a wide nose. Although his temples were gray, he still looked heroic.

Having ruled the world for more than thirty years, he swept away Wu Zhou's diplomatic decline and created a prosperous Kaiyuan era with Minister Humerus. How could it not be majestic?

"I've seen the saint..."

After being stunned for a moment, Lu Li hurriedly bowed down and saluted, but was lifted up by him with one hand.

"Forgive me, I'm having fun with the people today, so let's put these false etiquette aside."

After finishing speaking, the emperor looked sideways at Lu Li and asked again: "Is this your Shangyuan female companion?"

At this moment, the eloquent girl Qian Rui's mind went blank, as if she had been struck by lightning.

"A saint has a wise eye." Lu Li complimented him.
Chapter completed!