Gao Ying's figure paused for a moment, then she volleyed the ball into the net and into the "Eye of the Wind". Thunderous cheers immediately broke out on and off the field. The Inner Palace Team had taken the lead.
Hongyi was so angry that his mouth and eyes were crooked. He glared at Maqiao and said, "Which side are you on? Why did you pass the ball to that little girl? "
Maqiao had just passed the ball to her unconsciously when the little beauty glared at him. At this moment, he was filled with regret and couldn't say anything. Hong Liu rushed over and scolded, "You bastard, add three more levels and beat him up!" A group of big monks swarmed over and held Maqiao down, punching and kicking him.
Maqiao hugged his head and squatted on the ground, crying out, "Isn't it just a ball? What's so great about giving it to her?"
Hongyi was also furious when he heard this. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and joined in the fight.
When the palace maids and guards saw this, they all covered their mouths and laughed.
On the sidelines, Princess Taiping couldn't help but smile when she saw this scene. She said to Shanghai Wan 'er, "Xue Huaiyi is used to making trouble. Now he wants to participate in the Upper Yuan Cuju Competition. Does he really think he can do it with this group of people?" She couldn't help but shake her head as she said this.
Shanghai Wan 'er said, "Lingyue, they may not all be masters, but there are many masters among them. Look at that burly man. Even though his cuju skills are slightly inferior to yours and mine, they are not far off. As for the other one … "
Shanghai Wan 'er's gaze was fixed on Yang Fan. She said softly, "I'm afraid that little monk is a bit more brilliant than you and me."
"Oh?"
Originally, Princess Taiping was in a bad mood and did not pay much attention to the process of the game until Maqiao voluntarily gave up the ball and was beaten by his own team members, which aroused her attention. At this time, hearing the words of Shanghai Wan'er, she followed her gaze and her eyes fell on Yang Fan.
Yang Fan had shaved his head and was wearing a monk's robe. His appearance was very different from that day when he was wearing embroidered clothes and a small hat, but his facial features were the same. Shanghai Wan 'er was the first to notice his superb skills, but she did not recognize that this monk was the man wearing embroidered clothes and a small hat that day. But Princess Taiping was different. Because Yang Fan's temperament and charm had left a deep impression on her, she only needed a glance to recognize this person.
It was him! Why did he become a monk?
Princess Taiping cried out in surprise. Shanghai Wan 'er looked at her in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
Princess Taiping shook her head and stared at Yang Fan without blinking. Shanghai Wan 'er felt a bit strange. She could not help but look at Yang Fan a few times. Vaguely, she also felt that he looked familiar.
The game continued. Princess Taiping was no longer casually watching the game like before. She watched very seriously. After watching for a long time, she could not help but say to Shanghai Wan 'er, "His cuju skill is indeed better than you and me."
Shanghai Wan 'er said, "What do you think? How is he compared to Xiao Man?"
Princess Taiping looked seriously for a while and slowly said, "Now, he is on par with Xiao Man. If he really participates in the Lantern Festival, his skill will be better than Xiao Man's. "
Shanghai Wan 'er frowned and said, "How can it be? After practicing cuju to this level, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to go further. How can you be sure that he can surpass Xiao Man in such a short time? "
Princess Taiping smiled and said, "It's very simple. Because this person is not familiar with cuju, he has not fully displayed his strength."
Shanghai Wan 'er was surprised and said, "Such a wonderful polo skill, you actually said that he does not know cuju?"
Princess Taiping did not answer her question. She slightly frowned and doubtfully said, "Strange, his polo skill is superb, but he does not know how to ride a horse. The ball under his feet seems to be alive, but he does not seem to be very proficient in cuju. So where did he practice his polo skill? This person … is really interesting! "
The cuju game was over. The palace maids and female guards scored seven goals. The monks of White Horse Temple were tired like grandchildren, but they only lost one goal and got six points. Of course, this was just an ordinary contest, only one round of the game. Looking at the appearance of the monks, if they played another round, most people would not be able to run at all.
In addition, the Inner Palace Team didn't send out all their masters. Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan 'er didn't participate, so Xie Muwen was the number one master of the Inner Palace Team. She used the strategy of using a mediocre force against a superior force. She let Gao Ying and Lan Yiqing keep a close eye on Yang Fan while she fought against Chu Kuangge. Out of seven goals, she scored five.
In this game, Yang Fan met a real master. His skills and cuju skills became more and more proficient and flexible. In the end, Gao Ying and Lan Yiqing could not stop him at all. Yang Fan scored one goal after another, and the score was close to that of Xie Xiaoman. Although there were not many opportunities for the two to formally confront each other, the whole field actually became a contest between the two of them.
In the end, Xie Muwen had no choice but to personally deal with him. Chu Kuangge, Hong One, Hong Six, and a few others who were good at Cuju scored another goal when the opponent's main force was pinned down by Yang Fan. In the end, they lost by only one goal.
The palace maids felt that they did not surpass the White Horse Temple team by a large margin, so they were very dissatisfied. Originally, they still had many first-class cuju masters who had not entered the field, such as Princess Taiping and Shangguan Daizhao. Otherwise, they believed that they could at least surpass this group of bald donkeys by ten goals!
But the monks of White Horse Temple were also very dissatisfied. They only lost by one goal! If Maqiao did not lose his mind and took the initiative to give the ball to the pouting little beauty, wouldn't it be a draw?
Therefore, as soon as the game ended, the palace maids jumped in joy, and the eunuchs also shouted and cheered at the top of their lungs. All the participating monks and the spectating monks swarmed Maqiao, and punched and kicked him again. Poor Maqiao, in order to atone for his sins, ran around like a donkey. He ran until he was out of breath and did not even have the strength to escape.
Fortunately, although these ruffians did not know how to control their strength, they still knew to be merciful to their own people. In addition, they knew that Maqiao had a good relationship with the chief monk, so they did not hit him too hard.
Yang Fan saw that they did not hit him too hard, so he did not pay attention to them. Maqiao was a glutton who could not move when he saw a beautiful woman. Previously, he almost lost his life because of women. Now, he still did not repent. He was so muddle-headed during the game. It was time for him to be taught a lesson.
Although the game was over, Princess Taiping still stared at Yang Fan. She saw Yang Fan walk leisurely to the side of the field, talking and laughing with the tattooed strong man next to him. He lifted his clothes to wipe the sweat on his forehead. When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of white teeth. Princess Taiping was in a trance. Suddenly, the figure of another handsome man appeared in her mind, and quietly overlapped with the Yang Fan in front of her.
That man, at that time, was also so young. He wore a set of arrow sleeves that was similar to Yang Fan's martial clothes. He laughed heartily, picked up his clothes to wipe the sweat, and walked in front of the stands with a few friends, talking and laughing. His face was full of sunshine, and his smile was so bright. Compared to many youths who secretly glanced at the Emperor and Empress on the stage and deliberately made a mighty posture, his steps seemed so calm, so casual, but in the casual, there was a sense of freedom and elegance.
At that time, Father Emperor's headache came back, and he was in a dull pain. He held his head, and used his index finger to gently rub the space between his eyebrows. Mother Empress was sweeping her eyes over all the noble sons who had just finished their game. That day, Mother Empress specially held a Cuju competition to find a good husband for her.
She was still very young, very lively, very straightforward, and very bold. When she saw his smile, the young girl's heart went into a trance, as if the sun in the sky dazzled her eyes. She almost didn't think, and reached out her hand, pointing at the youth who leisurely walked in front of the stage.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest like a fawn, and her voice trembled with shyness. But her voice was so loud that when she spoke, she startled herself. "That's him!" she cried. "It's him!" she cried. Ah Niang! Daughter wants him to be my son-in-law! "
This shout, like the morning bell on the Gate of Heaven, suddenly spread out from the stage, rippling in the top of her heart, making it tremble. A layer of tears floated in Princess Taiping's eyes. She blinked her eyes, blinked away the mist in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Call that youth for me!"
Her slender jade finger pointed at Yang Fan, who had just taken the kasaya from someone's hand, and was talking and laughing with others while putting on the kasaya. Shanghai Wan 'er was slightly surprised and glanced at her. Her eyes glittered, but she didn't say anything.
Yang Fan was led to Princess Taiping by a palace maid. Princess Taiping didn't just sit there and wait for him to come. She had already walked out of the screen before Yang Fan, and stood at the edge of the competition ground. That kind of hesitant and urgent look was like a young girl meeting her lover for the first time. Shanghai Wan 'er was even more surprised at her forgetfulness.
Yang Fan knew that if Princess Taiping saw him, she might have some doubts, and even call him in front of her to ask clearly, but he was not worried in his heart. Although Princess Taiping was the princess of the princesses, and the most favored woman by the Empress in the Tang dynasty, he had never heard that she had any domineering behavior.
Moreover, Xue Huaiyi was the most favored man in the Tang dynasty. Based on Xue Huaiyi's character of being protective, if this princess really wanted to find trouble with him, Xue Huaiyi could also help her. Therefore, Yang Fan was very calm in his heart. He walked in front of Princess Taiping, calmly bowed, and respectfully said, "Little monk Hong Shiqi, greets the Princess."
After saying that, Yang Fan quickly glanced at Shanghai Wan 'er, and deeply engraved her appearance in his heart. Shanghai Wan 'er was looking at him curiously. Being looked at by him, her heart unexpectedly trembled.
That kind of look seemed to be just a casual glance, but Shanghai Wan 'er felt completely different. Being looked at by him, Shanghai Wan' er actually felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf. It was very dangerous and very scary. She was Shangguan Daizhao, the first person under the Empress. When had she ever been afraid of anyone?
Shanghai Wan 'er thought that it was just a psychological effect, and was a little annoyed that she was a little afraid of a little monk's look. So she straightened her chest and bravely looked back. But Yang Fan had already stopped looking at her, so her counterattack fell on the air.
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