Shangguan Wan 'er did not approach. Although she was respectful to Xue Huaiyi on the surface, she was very disdainful or even disgusted with him. At the moment, Xue Huaiyi was not here, so Shangguan Wan' er did not need to show any respect to his subordinates.
Shangguan Wan 'er said to Xie Muwen from afar: "Xiao Man, you and the others have a match. The princess and I will watch the match from here. Pay attention, don't let the reputation of the palace weaken. "
While speaking, a group of eunuchs carrying all kinds of things came over. The screen was pulled down, and in the blink of an eye, a place that looked like a tent was set up, and then two rope beds were put in. These rope beds were the same as Hu beds, both came from the Western Regions. Although there was a word 'bed' in its name, it was actually a chair.
This kind of chair with high legs and armrests was somewhat similar to the armchairs and armchairs. It had been introduced to the Central Plains since the Han Dynasty, but it had never become the mainstream of household furniture. But outside, the nobles had to agree that this kind of furniture was more suitable than the traditional furniture of the Central Plains. At least in the army, Hu beds (stools) had become very popular.
There were also rope beds in the palace. Generally, when the members of the royal family held some grand events outside the palace hall, the traditional seat was too low, so they would use this kind of furniture from the Western Regions. After the rope beds were put in place, a few tables were placed between the two rope beds. Then hot tea, fresh fruits, cold dishes and snacks were placed on the tables one by one.
Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan 'er sat on the left and right. They first took a wet towel to wipe their hands and face, then took a hot cheese, picked up some raisins, and put on a look as if they were watching the fun. In the palace, apart from the Empress, only these two people could put on such a show. Even the Empress was not as eye-catching.
Seeing that Princess Taiping and Shangguan Daizhao were sitting on the side of the field, wanting to watch the match, although Xie Xiaoman did not put the monks of the White Horse Temple in her eyes, she could not help but be excited. The palace maids and female guards were eager to participate in the match. Lan Yiqing waved his arms and said, "Sisters, cheer up. Let the monks of White Horse Temple know how powerful we are!"
Xie Xiaoman had always been friends with them, so she had a good idea of who was better. She picked out nine of her friends, and with her, there were ten of them. Xie Xiaoman still didn't take the monks of the White Horse Temple seriously. In her haste, she didn't deliberately find the best football players.
At least, Princess Taiping and Shangguan Daizhao were first-class Cuju masters, but the two of them did not participate. But Xie Xiaoman still picked out the best players among the female guards present. Among these ten people, besides her, there were three female guards, including Lan Yiqing. The other six were just ordinary palace maids.
The quality of one's ball skills was not directly related to one's martial arts. Those who were good at martial arts would naturally have better physical fitness, but that was only one of the basic elements of playing basketball. It did not mean that they would be able to practice superb skills and make the most accurate judgments according to the ever-changing situation on the court.
Therefore, although there were a few female guards present who had superb martial arts, their ability to play with the light ball under their feet was very average. They usually did not practice seriously. Occasionally, they came to play ball to relieve boredom. Their ball skills were very average, so they were not selected by Xie Xiaoman.
Xue Huaiyi was not here, so the White Horse Temple naturally had Yang Fan as the leader. Under the arrangement of Yang Fan, a total of nine members, including Chu Kuangge, Hong One, Hong Six, Maqiao, were selected. Including him, there were a total of ten people ready to play.
There was no point in hiding their strength. In this kind of game, the deciding factor was strength. Even if one's playing style was different, how strange could it be? Once on the field, the competition was always the most basic things: ball control, dribbling, passing, shooting and so on.
Letting those who were really good at Cuju stand on the sidelines and watch was absolutely not as good as letting them go on the field and fight with their opponents. Although Yang Fan had never practiced Cuju before, he understood this principle. So he did not hide anything and sent all the best players on the field.
Because this was a competition, it was no longer a performance of "free play", so the palace maids and eunuchs had already cleared the field. They did not use a single goal, but a double goal. This kind of play was the most intense kind of play. The monks had already put on short martial arts clothes under their monk robes. Now that their monk robes were loosened, they all walked onto the field one by one and moved their hands and feet.
Lan Yiqing stood on the opposite side and proudly raised his chin, looking at the monks' movements with disdain. Xie Xiaoman moved her hands and feet and whispered to her, "Those who come have bad intentions, those who are kind don't come. If they dare to come to Cuju, they must have something to rely on. Don't be careless!"
Lan Yiqing looked back and smiled, "Sister Xiaoman, don't worry. We won't let these stinky monks take advantage of us."
Xie Xiaoman nodded and said to Gao Ying, "Keep an eye on the monk in the red robe. Among these people, I'm afraid he is the most skilled!"
Gao Ying nodded and stared at Yang Fan with her pair of limpid eyes.
Cuju began.
It was ten months on the field. The fragrant wind blew down two beautiful women. Sweat stained their faces and dew. Dust brushed their eyebrows. Their green sleeves hung low and covered the jade bamboo shoots. Their red skirts swayed with dew. Their children would kick away their delicate and beautiful Chang 'an youth.
Competitions with girls participating were always particularly pleasing to the eye. If these girls were young and beautiful, watching their vigorous and beautiful figures running on the field and listening to their melodious shouts like silver bells, it was really a very pleasant enjoyment.
However, the ten Buddhist team members didn't feel the same way. As soon as the game began, they felt the power of these palace maids. Each of them moved like the wind and were agile, catching them off guard.
Cuju at that time was actually much more barbaric than modern football. Some reasonable collision movements were even more skillful than these monks. As soon as the game began, these closed-door monks were beaten to a pulp by these tigresses. Who would have thought that each of these delicate girls would be so powerful?
"Steady! Retreat and defend. Get used to their style of play first! "
Yang Fan shouted. He and Chu Kuangge took the position of two vanguards, one on the left and the other on the right. They forcibly intercepted the opponent's offensive. Only then did the other team members retreat to their own half of the field. The disrupted formation was slightly restored.
"Damn it, we are a group of men. How can we be defeated by a group of little girls? Brothers, let's fight back! "
Hongyi, who had calmed down, shouted in exasperation. Unfortunately, only his subordinates responded to him. The monks who were standing on the sidelines waving their fists and cheering had long been drowned out by the cheers of the palace maids and eunuchs. They had no choice but to fight in an away game.
Yang Fan intercepted the ball and stepped on it. He glanced at Chu Kuangge on the left and said in a deep voice, "Brother Chu, let's fight side by side. Let's show them how powerful we are."
Chu Kuangge laughed, "I have only left the Imperial Army for a few years. I didn't expect that Cuju would change. Good! The two of us, let's show off the might of men! Kill! "
Lan Yiqing wrinkled her little nose and said, "Don't brag. Bring it on!"
Yang Fan laughed, and with a push of his toes, his body turned with the ball. He moved left and right like a ghost. Lan Yiqing's kick missed, and Yang Fan had already flashed past her. Just as he was about to run, a figure flashed in front of him. A beautiful figure stood in front of him and sneered, "If you want to pass, you have to get through me first!"
The person who came was the female guard, Gao Ying. Yang Fan dribbled the ball and rushed left and right. He used five feints in a row, but none of them fooled her. Gao Ying's lower body was extremely stable. She followed him like a shadow and always blocked in front of him. At this time, Lan Yiqing also jumped to grab the ball and formed a pincer attack. When Yang Fan saw this, he immediately shouted, "Catch!"
Yang Fan kicked the ball, and the ball suddenly swept past Gao Ying's left shoulder and fell straight in front of Chu Kuangge. Chu Kuangge ran with all his strength, faster than a galloping horse. He rushed with all his strength to grab the landing point of the ball. When he was just a step away, a figure flew in the air and with a spin kick, the ball was kicked back before it landed at Lan Yiqing's feet.
The person floated down, and two bright and heroic eyebrows raised provocatively at Chu Kuangge. It was Xie Xiaoman.
Lan Yiqing took advantage of the fact that the monk team's two main players, Yang Fan and Chu Kuangge, were in her own half of the court. She rushed forward with the ball, passing Hong One and Hong Nine in a row, getting closer and closer to the goal. At this time, because she had passed two people in a row, she could not control the strength of the ball well. She used her foot, but she did not control the angle well, and the ball bounced forward two feet. Lan Yiqing was anxious, and just as she was about to jump to get the ball back, a big foot circled the ball at her feet.
Lan Yiqing looked up angrily, and saw a person in front of her. Because her ball had been broken, his face was nervous and excited. It was Maqiao.
"Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Eighteen, pass the ball! "
A few monks saw the opponent's General Gao Ying rushing out like an arrow, and was about to pounce on him, so they hurriedly shouted at Maqiao. Maqiao ignored them and smiled at the little beauty opposite him, "Hello, Miss Lan!"
The little girl's willowy eyebrows were raised, and she fiercely said, "Hello my ass! Give me the ball! "
"Oh …"
The beauty's coquettish voice was unique, and Maqiao's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he subconsciously kicked the ball, and the ball was at Miss Lan's feet.
"Aiya!"
When the ball was kicked, only then did Maqiao realize that something was wrong. He wanted to snatch the ball back, but it was too late.
Gao Ying was originally rushing towards Maqiao, but when she saw the ball at Lan Yiqing's feet, she immediately changed her direction, and rushed towards the monk's goal. At this time, she used the Lightness Skill of Eight Steps Overtaking Cicada. Her figure rose and fell as if she was flying, and at the same time, she shouted, "Xiao Qing, pass the ball!"
This was a rare opportunity, so how could she not take advantage of it? If it wasn't for this good opportunity, she wouldn't have used the Lightness Skill so easily. Martial arts could strengthen a person's physique, but it couldn't turn a person into a god. This kind of thing that relied on explosive force couldn't be used more than a few times, or else the arena would really become a paradise for martial arts experts.
For example, a person could use explosive force to lift up a boulder that weighed seven or eight hundred catties, or even a thousand catties, and throw it more than ten feet away. However, if you gave him a sword that weighed three catties, and asked him to lift it for four hours, he wouldn't be able to do it. This Lightness Skill could also suddenly increase a person's speed in a short period of time. In that instant, it wasn't impossible to catch up to a galloping horse. However, if you asked him to run at this speed for an hour, he wouldn't be able to finish it even if you chopped his head off.
Therefore, if it wasn't for the fact that this opportunity was hard to come by, Miss Gao Ying would also conserve her strength and not waste it easily.
Lan Yiqing didn't expect this idiot to be so slow-witted. The ball passed to her feet, and she was stunned for a moment. Then, she heard Gao Ying's shout, and she came to her senses. She hurriedly dribbled the ball past Maqiao. Hongyi and the others rushed over angrily, but before they could form an encirclement, Lan Yiqing had already passed the ball to Gao Ying.
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