But the knights who are not allowed to fight or fight privately, will be unemployed by force. They can’t engage in the Crusade every day. What do they use to prove their strength, bravery and chivalry? So the knights, nobles and the church jointly set up a knight competition, so that these idle people who are full of energy can have a channel to vent. ▲∴▲∴,

In the 11th and 12th centuries, the knights were no different from fighting. The knights were divided into two groups, wearing armor, horses, holding weapons, and fighting together. A piece of open space was also surrounded by ropes. The knights could enter the safe area to repair armor, deal with prisoners of war, collect ransoms, and so on. Next to it was a group of nobles and old ladies shouting vigorously. The scene was a bit like the Colosseum in Rome.

The casualties and injuries of this kind of martial arts competition were quite serious, and the church could not bear it anymore and continued to intervene. So after hundreds of years of evolution, by the 13th century, the Knights' Martial Arts Competition had evolved into a model similar to the sports meeting. It was divided into several events such as riding, rifle, swordsmanship and wrestling. It was not allowed to fight together in chaos. It was a fair one-on-one duel. In principle, private revenge was not allowed, and the death and injury rate was relatively small.

"Didn't you say you know Oriental martial arts? Carl also said that you are very good at fighting. Should you sign up for wrestling? If you win, you can treat the loser as a prisoner of war to collect a lot of ransom." Frederick II talked to Hong Tao about the history and present of the Knights' Martial Arts Competition, and encouraged Hong Tao to also play the stage and make a debut.

"No! I'm not short of money!" Hong Tao knew what the unscrupulous emperor wanted to do. He wanted to laugh at him, which means he didn't really believe in what martial arts he knew.

"You can also gain the favor of many noble ladies. Since the Pope has come, I'm afraid the nobles of the whole France will come, and some people from the west of Germany will come. Carl said you are very enthusiastic about women." After one plan failed, another plan came. Seeing that money could not tempt Hong Tao, the emperor threw out another killing weapon, beauty!

"Is Baron Jiang good-looking? If I have, I'll go!" Hong Tao said with his mouth like Lai. He has been in Europe for several months, and he has no one to like. At this time, the quality of European aristocratic women was really not good. They were all wearing nightgowns and headscarves, and they were as rustic as possible. Even if they were not, Hong Tao did not dare to get sick, for fear of getting sick. Moreover, European aristocratic women got married very early, usually got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. If they were still single in their twenties, they were sure to be widows. Maybe they had been married twice and had children. Just look at the two wives of Frederick II, and you will understand that they were all second-marriages, and the emperor could only marry widows. Hong Tao didn't think he could find any good things among these aristocratic women.

"How many nobles like Baron Jiang are in the Song Empire?" Frederick II was not a good-looking lamp. There were many Arab and Byzantine women in his palace, and it was hard to believe that those were just servants.

"It's everywhere...why would your Majesty and I go back to live for two years?" Hong Tao likes to poke other people's lung tubes.

"...How about bringing me a few next year? Be my Chinese teacher..." Frederick II obviously wanted to go, but he definitely couldn't go, but he had other ways.

"Okay, ten, you can't learn it even if you have too many..." Hong Tao agreed very happily this time. He would definitely not do such an unethical thing as taking the girls from the Song Dynasty to Europe as palace maids, but he didn't have any psychological burden to catch some Japanese girls and sent them over. Many Japanese aristocratic girls know Chinese, and it is estimated that Europeans can't tell the difference between the Song Dynasty and Japan. They are so comfortable and happy.

Vernon is the name of a castle. It is built on a high slope on the north bank of the Seine River. In front of the castle, it seems like a carnival meeting was being held. There are many tents, each with a flag and a family emblem representing its identity. In the middle is surrounded by a hundred meters of open space, and there is a wooden stand set up on one side. Obviously, the construction was not big enough, and many people could not sit on it, so they could only stand on both sides of the stand to watch.

At this time, a pair of knights were riding horses and holding long rifles and rushing against each other. The moment the two sides intertwine. The tip of the rifle hit the other's shield and made a dull sound, which could be heard from a distance. Then a knight was knocked off the horse and fell heavily on the ground. It looked like he was injured and struggled for several times but did not stand up. The winning knight no matter how the loser suffered. He threw the shield and rifle and ran to the front of the stands for a good show, which attracted a shocking cheer, and most women heard the sound.

This scene looks cruel, but it can indeed make people's adrenaline secretion accelerate. Even the war horse under Hong Tao's crotch was stimulated by the noise from afar. It seemed that it was very familiar with this atmosphere, constantly digging its front hooves and shaking its head, trying to rush up to join in the fun, but the reins were tightly strangled by Hong Tao.

"Dududu...Dududu..." Frederick II, Hong Tao and the guards' team were standing a few hundred meters away from the stands without moving. After all, they were an emperor. Even if they were visiting each other casually, they would have to make the necessary scores. He was waiting for King Louis to welcome him. Louis IX obviously knew about the arrival of Frederick II, and soon the sound of trumpets came to the castle, and a group of knights holding a flag came over.

"Louis is obviously much stronger than you. He is more like an emperor, and you are more like a scholar." Hong Tao's eyes gathered in small light, and he saw Louis IX, who was riding a white horse in front from a distance. He had a firm, thin face, and a serious expression. His armor and the crown on his head made him look majestic, far more imposing than Frederick II. Although he was still a little young, he was only in his twenties.

"I think you are praising me. I really want to be a scholar!" Frederick II's skin thickness is also at the level of mystery. After meeting Hong Tao, it has increased sharply, and ordinary words can no longer stimulate him.

The process of meeting an emperor and a king will be tedious, boring and hypocritical. The two people who were not familiar and did not play well must let everyone see how close they were. This feeling is very awkward, at least Hong Tao thought so. What’s even more awkward is that Hong Tao had to pretend to be a grandson with him, stand there respectfully waiting for Frederi II to introduce himself as the Nanyang Duke from the East, and then bow and salute to the young king. Of course, it is only limited to this. Don’t think about kneeling on one knee like other knights. If the king insists on Hong Tao’s salute like this, he will do it with a smile. But don’t let Hong Tao walk alive, the price of kneeling is very high. It may be a city or several cities, and they will all turn into ashes because of this kneeling.

What made Hong Tao even more worried was not King Louis IX, but Pope Gregory IX, who sat in the highest position on the stands. You said it was also Nine, but no matter how fucked Louis IX, he walked down to greet him. Gregory IX actually sat on it and didn't move at all. Even if Louis and Frederick II walked to the viewing platform, he still showed no sign of getting up. This style is too big. Hong Tao classified them as such people.

Originally, there were only two high-backed chairs on the highest floor of the viewing platform. Frederick II came and became three. He and Louis IX sat on both sides of the pope respectively. At this time, Hong Tao discovered that the camp was also clear on the cost-effective viewing platform. There were secular people on the left and church people on the right. Since they had not invited themselves to sit up, they could only find a place by themselves. Now Frederick II would definitely not care about arranging seats for himself. He was bickering with the pope with a stern face.

This Pope Gregory IX is actually a handsome figure, a typical Italian handsome man. He has a high magic crown, a white robe embroidered with a golden religious pattern, and an elbow staff in his hand. It looks a bit like a priest wearing a suit in the game. It is very sacred and majestic. However, his too gloomy eyes ruined everything. It is like looking at everyone, especially looking at himself.

"Dear Pope, Your Majesty the King..." The problem is that no matter how you don't like it, you have to be more regular when you go to other people's fields. Hong Tao understands this principle, and he is particularly able to tolerate it in this regard. The less you don't like me, I will smile sweeter at you. Pretending to be slapped in the face is the preference of a passionate young man. We don't seek merit but never get any mistakes. We don't even use it to take advantage of it, because it's so unfair to suffer losses.

"Duke Ait, I have heard of your name, but it is only associated with some bad things. In Genoa, you used the devil's method to destroy the Lord's church, right?" Sure enough, Gregory IX was not only a gloomy guy, but also had no cultivation. He didn't even finish the formal meeting ceremony, so he started to pick up the pot without opening any pot.

"His Majesty, I must clarify this point. I did not participate in the war in the world of Christ, and I didn't even look at it. I just rented my boat to His Majesty. This is a reward for His Majesty's warm hospitality for me, and it is a collection of rent. What does His Majesty's emperor do with my boat? It is his right. As long as I don't destroy my boat, it will not violate the agreement between us. In fact, this has always been done in the world of Christ. The Venetians can rent the boat to any party in the war, and they can also trade with the Saracens (the European despicable name for Arabs. Since the word Arab is prohibited, I will try to use the Saracens instead in the future). I can't see any difference here." There must be no good result for quarrel with Hong Tao. He can make up a lies for ten years, and it is still a set of things he doesn't want to admit. As long as he does not use force, no one can catch a handle.
Chapter completed!