Xue Huaiyi was originally worried that his scoundrels wouldn't know the rules after entering the palace and would cause some trouble. He didn't expect these palace maids and beauties to be even more daring than these scoundrels.
This was the palace, the home of the palace maids and beauties. They didn't have to worry that someone would dare to be rude to them. More importantly, they had a lot of people. Experienced people knew that if a person was thrown into a group of the opposite sex, even a rooster would become a quail.
As a result, the monks became the target of the palace maids and beauties' comments. They generously gave them pointers and giggled from time to time. Even the most ruffian and scoundrel monks became a little reserved under their giggles.
Usually, when these monks went out on the streets and saw some pretty girls and wives, they would often point at them and make comments about them. But now, there were several times more women than them, and all of them were beautiful, young and lively girls. They were at a loss of what to do.
The one who received the most attention was, of course, the handsome young monk Yang Fan. Many of the palace maids' eyes were red and sparkled as they looked at him. Yang Fan, on the other hand, was looking at the women playing football in the field.
These women were fighting too fiercely. Although they knew that a group of monks had come to the palace, they couldn't find the time to watch the fun. They wore light green shirts with large lapels and narrow sleeves. Their shirts reached their knees and were tied tightly with belts that bound their slender waists. Two straps hung down from their waists and stuck to their perky buttocks. As they ran, the straps bounced and slapped their plump buttocks.
They all wore a pair of striped skinny pants that were the same color as their shirts. Some of the pants were tied up, while others were stuffed into their boots. The palace maids tied up their pants were because they wore a pair of wooden clogs on their feet and had no boots to stuff in.
From this, one could also infer their general status in the palace. Because playing football required a lot of shoes. In that era, there were no football shoes or rubber-soled shoes. Whether it was cloth shoes or leather shoes, they were not particularly sturdy. After a game of football, the shoes with poor quality would become a joke, and the shoes with good quality would also have some places where they would fall off.
Although it was the prosperous era of the Tang dynasty, most people didn't have to worry about food and clothing. However, not having to worry about food and clothing didn't mean everything. At that time, the handicraft industry wasn't developed. Shoes had to be made one needle at a time. Making shoes was more time-consuming than making clothes, so it wasn't cheap. Therefore, unless one was rich, most people played football barefoot or wore wooden clogs.
After all, the palace maids were girls, so it was impossible for them to play football barefoot. Therefore, those with high status and high salary would wear boots, while the other palace maids wore wooden clogs. The feeling of wooden clogs was far less sensitive than cloth shoes or leather boots, so they were at a disadvantage when playing football. Therefore, even if their skills were similar, or even if your skills were slightly better, the person wearing wooden clogs would still be slightly worse than the person wearing cloth shoes or leather boots.
However, among the dozen or so people playing football on the field at that moment, the one with the best skills was clearly a girl wearing wooden clogs. If she changed into a pair of leather boots, what would her skills be like?
Yang Fan was looking at her!
This time, Yang Fan entered the palace to compare his skills with the cuju masters in the palace. This was directly related to whether he would be able to enter the palace often in the future and have the opportunity to meet a big shot like Shanghai Wan'er. Therefore, he paid special attention to the cuju masters in the palace.
This girl wearing wooden clogs had her hair combed into three servant girls. She was quiet and beautiful. She was also wearing a green shirt and trousers, and on her body, she exuded a kind of vigorous and neat feeling. Her feet were wearing a pair of simple wooden clogs, and the rubber ball was on the tip of her foot. No matter what she did, the ball never left her foot, and her feet never left the ball. Her skills were truly superb.
They were "playing for nothing." Playing for nothing meant that there was no goal. It was a competition game that focused purely on footwork skills. It required extremely high control of the feet, and after playing for a game, it consumed a lot of physical strength.
In the Tang Dynasty, it could be said that the whole nation played football. From the emperor's imperial concubines, princes and nobles to the common people and footmen, everyone loved to play for a long time. In such an atmosphere, there were many hardcore fans like Xue Huaiyi, and there were also many people with superb skills. None of the palace maids on the field were weak. It was especially rare for this girl wearing wooden clogs to be able to beat the group of palace maids.
This girl was Xie Muwen. Among the female officials, female guards, and palace maids in the palace, she could be considered a rich woman. The reason why she still wore wooden clogs to play was that she was used to saving money, earning money, and earning money again.
Niu Niu was afraid of living a hard life. She couldn't wait to earn all the money that she and her brother wouldn't be able to spend for three lifetimes in one go. Because of this, she was nicknamed "Little Miser" among her sisters.
Yang Fan noticed her because of her superb skills, and then began to look at her.
After looking at her for a while, Yang Fan faintly felt a sense of familiarity. Although Xie Xiaoman's current attire was a far cry from the fairy-like image from that night, beautiful women were always unforgettable. Especially her heroic eyebrows, Yang Fan suddenly remembered her.
That night, he had seen this girl while riding on the wall.
She really was a person of the imperial court, and a person of the palace!
She … could it be that she recognized him?
Xie Xiaoman seemed to be aware that someone was staring at her. She suddenly tiptoed, and the ball that seemed to be glued to the tip of her foot soared into the sky. She didn't seem to use much strength in this kick, but it actually kicked the ball so high.
This move was similar to the one that Yang Fan used to hit the ball into the net from the center line on the Luo River. The only difference was that one used a hand and the other used a foot. Being able to exert the greatest strength did not necessarily mean that one could shoot the most powerful ball. Relying solely on brute force, it was likely that the ball itself would have to bear all of the force.
Xie Xiaoman kicked the ball away and looked over. She saw a handsome monk wearing a large red robe, but he was unreasonably young and handsome. He was looking at her with a sneaky expression. She was immediately displeased and fiercely glared at him.
She didn't recognize Yang Fan.
In the ancient records, the person with the highest ability to remember people was a man named Ying Feng. Because of this, the idiom "Half a face to face" was left behind. It was said that Ying Feng had an amazing memory. Once, he went to visit an official, but the official was not at home. At that time, the coachman only opened the door a crack, and Ying Feng only saw half of the coachman's face. Decades later, when they met again, Ying Feng was still able to recognize him at a glance.
Of course, Xie Xiaoman was not such a strange person. Although she was not face blind, she was not good at remembering other people's faces. That night, Yang Fan was hiding under the treetops. The light was dim, and Xiaoman would not deliberately look at a thief. Now that this thief had shaved his head and was wearing a kasaya, his appearance was too different from that night. She could not recognize him.
As for the image of his childhood, it was even more different now. At that time, Yang Fan's face was sallow and emaciated. His hair was unkempt, and his face was bruised and swollen. Needless to say, Niuniu. Their circumstances had changed too much. Adequate nutrition, a comfortable life, coupled with martial arts practice, and the way they dressed, it made their physical appearance and mental temperament undergo earth-shaking changes.
Not only did a girl change eighteen times from childhood to womanhood, a man grew up from a child to a young man. His living environment was also like heaven and earth, so the changes in his appearance were also earth-shaking. Niuniu did not know that the lecherous smelly monk in front of her was the Elder Brother she had been looking for thousands of times. Even if Yang Fan broke his head, he would never think that this beautiful and pretty little female guard was the same ugly Niuniu who had a bird's nest hairstyle and small open teeth.
At this time, the ball that seemed to go straight into the clouds fell from the sky and landed three feet in front of Yang Fan. With Xie Xiaoman's ball control ability, how could she not know where the ball was going to land? It seems that when she kicked the ball into the air, she had deliberately chosen this landing point to scare the monk who was looking at her rudely.
The group of palace maids gathered around Xie Xiaoman had just looked up when Yang Fan noticed something strange. He looked up and saw the ball falling from the sky. Yang Fan's feet stopped, and his pair of Luohan shoes sprang up. His whole body spun up. His big red kasaya was like a red lotus blooming from the water because of his rapid spin, spreading out in all directions.
Yang Fan's foot flew out and hit the ball in the middle. The ball flew out and turned into a long rainbow, penetrating into the "eye of the wind".
The "eye of the wind" was the goal. There was a goal on the left and right side of the field. The shape of the goal was like a memorial arch, but it was much shorter than the memorial arch. The goal was made of red painted wood, with cloud eaves on both sides, and a pointed ball at the top of the middle. It was somewhat in the style of Western Regions architecture.
Below it was the goal, which was about the height of a person, similar to the modern goal. But according to different play styles, not all the ball had to enter this goal to score. Above the goal was not one beam, but two beams. In the middle of the two beams, there was a smaller goal, shaped like a window on the wall of an ancient garden.
This hole was called the "eye of the wind". In some of the more difficult games, the ball had to enter this hole to win, and to shoot into the "eye of the wind" was several times more difficult than shooting into the larger goal below. Yang Fan's volley accurately and powerfully went straight into the goal. Moreover, he was on the side of the field, and due to the angle, it made it even more difficult to shoot.
For a moment, the monks and palace maids who witnessed this scene could not help but cheer.
Although Yang Fan had not competed with a real strong team in kickboxing, he had a general understanding of his own kickboxing skills. So when he saw the female palace guard he had seen before, he knew that she must be an expert in kickboxing from the Imperial Palace. In a moment, he would compete with an expert from the Imperial Palace, and this person was likely to be a strong opponent, so he intended to give her a head-on blow.
When Xie Xiaoman saw his volley, her eyes could not help but shine. "What a good monk, I can't underestimate him!"
For a moment, Xie Xiaoman looked at Yang Fan, her eyes cold, a faint desire to fight!
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