After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

The sky is clear and cloudless. The azure sky looks like a huge sapphire, crystal clear. The white clouds are as light and floating as a dream.

On the green grass, eight horses lined up in two rows and slowly walked in from the edge of the field.

As the organizer of this polo match, Mrs. Wu from the Yongchang Earl's Mansion was lighting the incense for the match and standing in the incense burner.

Next to the incense burner was a tray holding the nine-turn filigree gold hairpin. Everything was ready.

A servant behind the referee immediately ran into the field with a ball the size of a palm, and threw it hard from a distance to the team in front that was on standby.

Seeing the ball being thrown into the air, Yu Yanhong suddenly clamped her legs against the horse's belly and shouted, "Go!"

Then he rushed out at lightning speed, followed by Sheng Changfeng and Yu Jia Erlang, and finally the somewhat nervous Yanran.

The four of them were running at lightning speed, chasing the small wooden ball. On the outside were the other four people, assisting their own home teams on the inside.

For a moment, eight people were going back and forth, constantly using the polo sticks in their hands to drive the wooden ball towards the opponent's goal.

Although Yu Yanhong had a bad temper and was willful and arrogant, when it came to polo skills, she was one of the best among the wives of officials in Bianjing City.

Of course, this does not include Sheng Minglan, who was trying to protect herself and secretly became the sixth sister.

This Miss Sheng Liu's polo skills are considered to be the best in the city of Bianjing, and she also has a superb skill in pitching pots.

These two things made Gu Erlang, who claimed to be the best in the capital, pale in comparison.

Of course, this is all later. Now, only Yu Yanran and her sister are fighting on the field.

Suddenly, Yu Yanhong saw a fleeting opportunity, and she leaned slightly sideways on the horse's back, hit the ground with a rebound, and slammed the ball directly into the goal!

The gong beater who was recording the ball on the side immediately struck the gong with a loud "Dang!"

"Hahaha, a goal!" Yu Yanhong shouted loudly while holding up the polo stick.

On both sides of the gong are two high platforms for the winner to plant flags. When the incense burns out, the game is over, and the team with the most flags planted wins.

Yu Yanran saw from afar that a flag belonging to her third sister's side was erected on the high platform, and her palms were sweaty with nervousness.

After that, both sides chased each other and refused to give in, but Yu Yanran's team's level was indeed not high.

Although they could clearly see the opponent's goal several times, Yu Yanhong and her team still intercepted the ball and took it away.

For a moment, it was difficult to describe the tragic situation with the words "a crushing defeat".

Outside the field, Sheng Minglan twisted her hands together. Although she was anxious inside, she pretended to be calm and watched the game.

On the side where she was not paying attention, the young master Qi Heng walked slowly towards her, and his footsteps were barely blocked until the curtain of the stands separated the two of them.

Minglan only felt a flash before her eyes, and a figure that was deeply buried in her heart stood beside her. She quickly stood up and saluted with forced calmness.

"Hello, young master."

Qi Heng smiled knowingly and opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something from his heart, but fearing to offend the beauty, he could only shyly say, "Sixth sister, do you like watching polo?"

Minglan didn't dare to respond to Qi Heng's words casually. After saluting, she turned to face the team speeding on the field without saying a word.

The situation on the field became increasingly worse. Although Changfeng and Yanran scored a few goals together, it was nothing compared to Yu Yanhong.

There were already many flags on the opponent's platform, but there were only a few on the platform of our team.

This made Yanran's already fragile nature even more unbearable. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and someone's words seemed to emerge in her mind.

"Playing polo is no different from playing between two armies. Both require fundamental things like physical fitness and technical skills."

"But just as war always defies expectations, polo is not about the strong always being strong."

"If you want to defeat a stronger opponent with a weaker team when there's a huge gap in skills and physical fitness, momentum is what you need most."

"When a desperate person unleashes his might, there is only one solution: mutual destruction."

"Little did they know that Han Xin was surrounded by enemies on all sides and was ambushed from ten directions. He had to leave Xiang Yu a way out, that is, to prevent the trapped beast from fighting."

"It's the same with polo. How do you turn the tables when you know you're going to lose? Of course, you'd just hit her instead of playing polo, scare her, and then make a feint to the east and attack in the west..."

At this time, the words of a certain hateful person kept drilling into Yu Yanran's mind. The girl held the polo stick hesitantly and looked at her third sister.

Although they are not born of the same mother, they are flesh and blood relatives after all. How could he have the heart to do that to him?

The next second, Yu Yanran jumped on her horse and swung the golf club, heading straight for Yu Yanhong's head, which scared the people around her.

Yu Yanhong gave up the ball directly, reined in her horse and turned around. Yu Yanran hooked her hand and hit the ball directly towards the opponent's goal.

Enter!

After this goal was scored, the scene instantly became quieter, and everyone looked at the "weak" Yu Yanran in disbelief.

Yu Yanhong angrily cursed: "You bitch, do you want to kill me?"

At this moment, Yu Yanran herself was a little scared, but she still pursed her lips and said nothing.

Someone’s second move is to “deny it to the death”. Even if the other party finds out, he or she will not admit that he or she did it on purpose. He or she will pretend to be innocent.

The people around saw Yu Yanhong throwing a tantrum while Yu Yanran remained silent, and they all thought that it must have been an accident.

After all, Yu Yanran's good reputation is one of the best in Bianjing City, but everyone knows that Miss Yu San has a bad temper.

This back and forth seemed to make people more inclined towards Yu Yanran.

At this moment, Yu Yanran had fully mastered the skills and felt very much like the 'Mr. Jiaqian', who called out to his closest relatives while attacking without mercy.

Even the resentment accumulated from years of oppression dissipated a little.

To borrow Han's words: "Never use other people's hands to take revenge. That's the only way to feel good!"

Yu Yanran, who was still young at the time, didn't hear these words at all. It was not until now that she vaguely felt it.

Perhaps, 'Heihei Ran' was born quietly like this...

The conflict between the two sides disappeared without a trace due to Yu Yanran's "submissiveness". Even the players on the field advised Yu Yanhong not to be so bad-tempered and disrespectful to her older sister.

Yu Yanhong could only grit her teeth in anger and keep tightening her grip on the polo stick. She couldn't tell whether the stick she had just hit was intentional or unintentional.

But that's just her personality, proud and willful. Yu Yanran, a motherless little bitch, dared to treat her like this, and she would never let her go.

Faced with the look that clearly showed that he wanted to eat her, Yu Yanran's little joy was immediately dashed as if cold water was poured on her.

She suddenly realized that because of her indifference, her future days would seem to be even more difficult.

Minglan on the sidelines took a deep breath and looked at her best friend in amazement.

At that moment, Minglan seemed to see another side of Yu Yanran, the decisiveness and scheming that should not appear in her.

"Han Ming..." The first person that came to Minglan's mind was a person with a hateful smile.

Apart from him, no one could make Yanran show that side of her. Only he, Han Jingyuan, who was so wicked, could teach Yanran bad things.

Minglan thought back to what happened to her elder sister Hualan last time, and cursed inwardly, "How could she be so wicked!"

But she didn't think about it. Han Ming is immoral, but you, Sheng Minglan, are not easy to get along with either. Is there a big difference between Xiaoliu and Laoliu?

In any case, even though someone was not participating, the game was filled with his presence.

It can be said that 'although I am no longer in the world, my legend is still circulating in the world'!