Do You Know?: Rule the World

Although Grand Tutor Yu has retired, his status in Bianjing City is still comparable to that of a duke.

Madam Fang is a petty person. If the injury is serious, she will have a hard time explaining it to the Yu family.

"Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I'll just sit down and rest. There's no need to mobilize so many people."

Yu Erlang waved his hands repeatedly, saying that once the doctor came, his trick of pretending to have cramps would be exposed.

Gu Tingye glanced at him with a half-smile, then bowed and said, "Your Highness, if you agree to play this round, Zhong Huai will accompany you."

Mrs. Wu spoke immediately afterwards.

"Your Highness's interception at the polo match last year is still talked about by the young masters."

"We've all been guessing privately, between His Highness and Gu Erlang, who is the best polo player in Bianjing!"

The reason why so many young men and women gathered for this year's polo match was mostly because they heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would also be in attendance.

Now that Zhao Han was expected to play, there was a burst of cheering from the sidelines.

Looking at Minglan's expectant eyes.

Zhao Han smiled softly and said gently, "That's fine. I can't let Sixth Sister talk in vain."

Hearing this, Minglan was delighted and bowed politely.

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. If I can win the prize, I, your humble servant..."

When the words came to her lips, she suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly added, "Sister Yanran and I will definitely remember His Highness's kindness!"

"Sixth sister, you're welcome. Let's go." After saying that, Zhao Han stood up and walked down the viewing platform. Minglan followed him carefully.

On the court, on horseback.

Gu Tingye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms. He held the bat and laughed heartily, saying, "Your Highness, Zhong Huai cannot be compared with you in other aspects."

"But when it comes to polo, you might not be my opponent."

"In this huge city of Bianjing, I have never been defeated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the club with his left hand.

With a dull "bang", the polo ball crossed the half-field like a meteor and passed steadily through the goal.

There was an uproar on the sidelines.

"Gu Erlang can actually hit the ball left-handed!"

"Your Highness is competing against Second Young Master Gu. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I bet on Your Highness to win. Two hundred taels!"

"I bet on Gu Erlang, one hundred taels!"

"Add me one!"

"..."

Several young men in gorgeous clothes began to open their purses.

This money is nothing to them, they just think of it as a fun thing.

Zhao Han looked at her with a smile, his voice tinged with teasing, "Zhong Huai, you can't say that so early."

"If you can't keep your title later, don't blame me for not giving you face."

Gu Tingye waved his hand and said, "Hahaha, then let's take this opportunity to have a good fight."

A gong and drum sounded.

Gu Tingye kicked the horse's belly and galloped out like an arrow, with Yu Yanhong following closely behind.

Zhao Han and Minglan exchanged a glance. Seeing a hint of worry in her eyes, Zhao Han whispered, "Don't worry. I will help you and Miss Yu win the prize no matter what."

Minglan nodded slightly, and an inexplicable trust surged in her heart.

On the polo field, the sound of horses' hooves clattered, dust flew, and cheers could be heard from the viewing platform from time to time.

Qi Heng and Buwei stood at the side, their eyes dim and brows furrowed.

Shocked, angry, and a little sad.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Sixth sister actually lied to me. She clearly told me she couldn't ride a horse!"

He has invited Minglan to play polo more than once.

But Minglan either said that she couldn't ride a horse, or she made excuses that she was clumsy and couldn't play polo well.

At this moment, she is heroic on the court, waving her bat skillfully and experiencedly, completely different from before!

He shook his head helplessly.

He had long seen that the Sixth Miss of the Sheng family only had a schoolmate friendship for her young master, and no romantic feelings at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't end up not telling the truth.

He whispered, "Young Master, why are you so obsessed with the Sixth Miss?"

"You failed the imperial examination this time, yet you still want to marry a concubine's daughter. The princess is such a proud and arrogant person. She hasn't left the house for nearly a month."

Qi Heng turned his head to look at him, then looked up to the sky and sighed.

In the brocade tent on one side, Madam Wu looked at Minglan intently, with the favor and joy in her eyes showing uncontrollably.

"This sixth daughter of the Sheng family is very similar to me when I was young!"

"Liu Lang, such a wonderful girl deserves to be seen with his own eyes!"

A maidservant beside her whispered, "Madam, Sixth Brother is talking to the Fourth Young Lady of the Sheng Family over there."

Madam Wu turned her head and saw Molan holding a fan and half covering her face. She leaned forward slightly while talking to Liu Lang, and her eyes were full of deliberate coquettishness.

She has seen all kinds of women over the years, some appearing dignified but actually causing trouble behind the scenes.

She can see through those who pretend to be noble and flirt with each other, and those who pretend to be stupid but are actually calculating.

Just one look at Molan from a distance and I knew she was a restless person.

"This kind of coquettish behavior, with eyebrows raised and poetry reciting, is everywhere in his backyard. What's there to see?"

"Call him over here!"

On the polo field, Minglan and Yu Yanhong were riding on horseback, fighting for control of each other, neither willing to give in.

Zhao Han seized the opportunity and swung the club hard.

The polo ball broke through the air, drew a sharp arc in the air, and headed straight for Minglan's side.

Minglan understood immediately. She leaned slightly and swung the polo stick accurately just as the ball was about to fall.

After a dull thud, the polo ball passed through the goal steadily under the gaze of everyone.

In this game, Minglan and Zhao Han scored the first goal, and thunderous cheers broke out from the sidelines.

Wang Ruofu, Hua Lan and others sat upright in the brocade tent, their faces filled with happy smiles.

"Look at this sixth girl. She seems quiet on weekdays, but she cooperates perfectly with His Highness."

Hua Lan put down her cup and said softly, "Xiao Liu is well-behaved and obedient. Mother, don't you remember that Your Highness helped them more than once in Yangzhou?"

"That's true. In the past few years, the sixth girl has become more and more pretty, and her little mouth can speak."

"Even the officials like her more and more."

Wang Ruofu sighed softly, feeling that the old lady was the best at educating girls.

I remember when Minglan first went to Shou'an Hall, she was like a sick cat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she happened to see Molan and Liang Jialiu Lang chatting happily. Their smiling faces were really annoying.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Rulan waving her round fan beside him and angrily said, "The third daughter of the Yu family is a little devil!"

"He relied on his mother's favor to suppress the eldest daughter and made her lose all her status."

"How can a child born to a stepmother have the right to step on the legitimate daughter of the first wife?"

"Your Highness and Sixth Sister will beat her to a pulp, leaving her teeth bruised and bruised, so she won't dare to show off again!"

Wang Ruofu snatched the round fan from her hand, took a deep breath, and said, "When did Molan become so familiar with Liang Liulang?"

"Have they ever met privately?"

Rulan blinked her clear and innocent eyes and shook her head, "How should I know!"

"Molan hooks up with this one, then that one."

"She's acting like a devil. She's bringing shame to our family!"

Wang Ruofu looked at her helplessly and whispered, "Ruru, what do you think of the young master of the Qi family?"

Rulan tilted her head and blurted out, "Young Master? As long as he ignores Molan and makes her angry to death, I'll be happy."

"I'm not asking you that. I'm asking, what do you think of him?"

Rulan touched her chin and thought for a moment. "That's it. The nose and eyes are complete. Why are you asking this?"

At this time, Rulan's mind was full of eating, drinking, having fun, and how to piss Molan off to death. She didn't think about love at all.

"Stupid bastard!"

Seeing that she kept answering irrelevant questions, Wang Ruofu cursed inwardly and turned to look at Hualan.

Hua Lan smiled gently and poured a cup of tea for Wang Ruofu personally.

"Don't be angry, mother. Fifth sister is still young. I will definitely help arrange her marriage in the future."

"With her personality, there's no way she could marry into the Qi family. There's a small quarrel every three days, and a big fight every five days. How could she have a good life?"

Wang Ruofu pursed her lips and gave up, continuing to focus her attention on Minglan.

She also knew Rulan's personality, but she just didn't want Molan to be superior to her daughter in the future.

On the polo field, the two teams were deadlocked.

Gu Tingye stared at Zhao Han and panted, "Your Highness, you are really serious about this little sixth child of the Sheng family!"

Zhao Han smiled faintly, "There's nothing I can do. If I lose, how will my dignity be saved?"

"I think you feel sorry for Miss Sheng Liu and Miss Yu!" Gu Tingye smiled mischievously and then rode forward.

I saw that there was only about an inch of incense left.