The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 647.1: Father and Daughter

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Mu Qingchen came over, and Zhong Ding immediately stopped talking. He took his horse and went off to find Zhou Tong and the others with his polo mallet.

Mu Qingchen watched Zhong Ding’s departing figure and asked, “What were you talking about just now? Why did he leave as soon as he saw me?”

"Nothing." Gu Jiao replied.

She didn’t like gossip and disliked spreading it even more.

She paused for a moment, perhaps feeling that she should still give Mu Qingchen an answer, and added, “We weren’t talking about you.”

Mu Qingchen didn’t press further.

He could pretty much guess that the arrival of Ming Junw.a.n.g caused a bit of a stir. Although Ming Junw.a.n.g hadn’t revealed his ident.i.ty, most of the students here were from Shengdu, including some young masters from distinguished families who might have recognized Ming Junw.a.n.g.

“Are you choosing a polo mallet?” Mu Qingchen asked, noticing Gu Jiao continuously switching between mallets.

"Yes." Gu Jiao responded indifferently.

None of the mallets felt right.

Without another word, Mu Qingchen walked away, and Gu Jiao didn’t mind, continuing her search for a suitable mallet.

Before long, Mu Qingchen unexpectedly returned, leading a horse and holding an extra polo mallet in his hand. "Here."

Gu Jiao glanced at him, took the mallet he handed over, weighed it, and swung it. It was heavier than the other mallets but felt just right for her, as she was accustomed to using a heavy red-ta.s.seled spear.

"Thank you." Gu Jiao said, then looked at him and asked, "What about you?"

"This one." Mu Qingchen said as he grabbed a random mallet from the basket and mounted his horse, "I'll show you around."

Gu Jiao mounted her horse as well, "Okay."

Mu Qingchen first introduced Gu Jiao to the requirements and rules of the game. The game of polo originally came from the State of Jin's imperial family and quickly became popular among the imperial family and n.o.bility in the State of Yan. Over time, it became a favorite pastime in the aristocratic circles, and many n.o.ble academies eventually included polo in their curriculum.

Tianqiong Academy didn't have polo cla.s.ses, but Teacher Wu often brought students to play.

Polo placed high demands on the horses. All polo horses had to undergo extremely rigorous training, with the difficulty of their training far exceeding that of warhorses.

Polo also placed high demands on the players, requiring excellent riding skills, agility, stamina, willpower, and the ability to adapt quickly during the game.

"The objective is to hit the ball into the goal on the opponent's side to win."

Mu Qingchen continued, "But remember, you can't block or intercept head-on, use the stick to hit or interfere with the opponent or their horse, and you can't touch the ball with your body. These are the main rules. During the match, there can be some accidental collisions, so you also need to protect yourself."

As he spoke, he pointed to the protective gear that the academy's staff had brought over and said, "The gear is here. Put it on, and let's play a formal match."

Gu Jiao put on elbow and knee guards, and gloves, and entered the field with Mu Qingchen.

She tried all four positions, performing well in each, but the most impressive moment was when she hit the ball during play.

Mu Qingchen pa.s.sed the ball to her, but due to Teacher Wu's interference, the pa.s.s was slightly off. Unexpectedly, she accurately hooked the ball over her head and hit it into the goal from an almost impossible distance.

Everyone was amazed by this shot.

Her momentum and accuracy were just like those of a natural polo player!

Mu Qingchen rode over to Gu Jiao and looked at her deeply, "Is this really your first time playing polo?"

Gu Jiao nodded.

Mu Qingchen hesitated but ultimately said, "That shot just now was very skilled."

Gu Jiao thought seriously for a moment and replied, "Hmm, maybe this is what they call natural talent?"

Mu Qingchen: "..."

The afternoon training session quickly ended. Although it was Gu Jiao's first time playing, and her skills were naturally a bit raw compared to Mu Qingchen who had been playing since childhood, her performance met Teacher Wu's expectations. However, there was one issue——Gu Jiao was too aggressive and often committed fouls without realizing it.

This could easily get her disqualified.

Teacher Wu said, "The match is in seven days. Everyone, make sure to train diligently during this time."

Teacher Wu had selected a total of twenty people, but only four would actually play, with a few more as subst.i.tutes.

In the following days, Gu Jiao stayed at the academy after school to train with Mu Qingchen and the others, while Gu Xiaoshun waited for her by the field.

Soon, it was the day before the match.

Teacher Wu gathered everyone on the field and announced the players selected based on their performance over the past few days. Unsurprisingly, the first name was Mu Qingchen.

The other three selected players were Gu Jiao, Yuan Xiao from Mingfeng Hall, and Zhao Wei from Mingyue Hall.

Mu Chuan was a subst.i.tute.

Gu Xiaoshun, who often waited by the field for Gu Jiao, managed to become the logistics team leader and would also join them for the match.

Teacher Wu smiled and said, "No more training today. Everyone, go back and rest early to conserve your energy. We'll head to Lingbo Academy early tomorrow morning."

……

When Gu Jiao returned home, she told her family about the compet.i.tion in the inner city the next morning.

Gu Yan suddenly spoke, "I want to watch your match too."

Gu Jiao looked at Gu Yan and nodded. "Okay."

Before going to bed, Gu Jiao checked Gu Yan's condition again. It had become her habit to check him twice daily.

Gu Yan lay on the bed and obediently lifted his s.h.i.+rt, allowing Gu Jiao to place the stethoscope on him.

His condition had not significantly worsened, so there was no problem with him watching the match.

Afterward, Gu Jiao returned to her room and put the stethoscope back in the little medicine chest. Lying down on her bed, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Gu Jiao didn't expect to have another dream that night.

The reason she thought "another" was because it wasn't the first time she had dreamed since coming to Shengdu, but each time she woke up, she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about.

In the dream, the sky was gray, and it was hard to tell the time.

She found herself outside a quiet courtyard, facing a vermilion gate. Someone, perhaps a mischievous child, had scratched a few marks on the gate with a knife.

It was strange. Why did she instinctively think it was a mischievous child? It could have been a servant b.u.mping into it while moving something.

She pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped inside.

In the corner to the left, a cl.u.s.ter of green bamboo was planted, and along the courtyard walls on either side grew rows of bellflowers that rustled in the gentle breeze.

It was an unfamiliar yet familiar courtyard.

It was unfamiliar because Gu Jiao had never been here before, yet it was familiar because, despite never having visited, she somehow knew what each room was used for.

Starting from the east end of the corridor, the first room was a side room, the second was the main room, the third was a study, and around the corner was a storage room.

Gu Jiao looked oddly at the row of houses in front of her.

There was a voice coming from behind the slightly open door of the study.

"Yinyin, it's time to practice your writing. Come here quickly."

"No slacking off. Oh, have you hidden again?"

"How many times have I told you, you need to practice a hundred characters every day."

The owner of the voice was——

Just as Gu Jiao was trying to figure it out, the door to the study opened, and a man in a blue long robe stepped out.

Gu Jiao recognized him immediately.

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