At the beginning of the game, Yang Fan felt the sharpness of the opponent's offense.
With the addition of Princess Taiping and Shanghai Wan'er, the overall strength of the team seemed to have increased to another level, and they played their skills to the fullest. Princess Taiping was more in control of the overall situation than Xie Xiaoman. Under her command, the entire team grasped the rhythm better and played better.
Shanghai Wan'er was also a big surprise. Her skills in snatching the ball, dribbling the ball, and attacking were also very clever, which complemented Xie Xiaoman on the other side. As long as the ball was under their feet, the two of them would fly up like two dragons, advancing by leaps and bounds all the way. Behind them, there was a group of monks who were swayed by them.
It was hard to imagine that such a delicate and timid woman could be so vigorous and agile on the court. There were indeed few delicate and delicate women in the Tang dynasty. Especially her chest. She should have worn a bra, but when she ran, the rise and fall of her chest was still very heavy and textured.
Such a slender person should not have such a big chest. This problem greatly affected the performance of Yang Fan's skills. It was really troubling!
There was almost no suspense in the game. Without Princess Taiping and Shanghai Wan'er, the overall strength of the team was stronger than that of the White Horse Temple. Now, with the addition of these two first-class players, it was simply unstoppable.
However, from the beginning, the monks of the White Horse Temple had formulated a correct strategy. They did not care about the overall situation, but only created opportunities for Yang Fan. They wanted to create a personal legend that belonged to Yang Fan. They wanted to use one person's brilliant achievements to steal the brilliant achievements of a group of people.
Today, nine out of ten people in the White Horse Temple team were united, and they only wanted to support one person and create a god on the field of Cuju.
All the balls were intercepted for him, and all the balls were passed for him. Hongyi and Chu Kuangge opened up a path from the left and right, sharing the burden of being chased and intercepted by him from the left and right. Yang Fan went straight to the point, using his superb skills and skills to put on a solo performance, which attracted the attention of the entire audience.
Feints to spike the ball, clipping the ball to pass the opponent, bouncing the ball to pass the opponent, back hooks over the top, a variety of gorgeous moves, making it impossible for the eyes to miss them. The more superb the opponent's ball skills, the more agile the movement, and the more ferocious the steals, the more Yang Fan's moves looked. It was a kind of pleasing to the eye sports beauty.
Yang Fan successfully captured everyone's attention. Even Empress Wu, who had never been interested in cuju, could not take her eyes off him. Although she did not understand cuju, nor did she understand the superb dribbling skills Yang Fan displayed, she naturally knew how to appreciate the perfect combination of strength and beauty.
"This little husband is really good!"
Wu Zetian pointed at Yang Fan and couldn't help but praise him. As soon as the score began to pull apart, Xue Huaiyi, who had already pulled a long face, gradually regained his pride because of the constant exclamations and praises of Yang Fan's outstanding performance. At this time, when he heard the Empress Dowager's praise, he couldn't help but become even more happy.
"Stop him!"
Shanghai Wan'er was really angry. Her curved eyebrows were raised, and her clothes fluttered. She rushed over to intercept the ball under Yang Fan's feet. Yang Fan touched the outside of his foot and made a feint to pass the ball. As soon as Shanghai Wan'er's figure flashed, Yang Fan hooked the inside of his foot, and the ball obediently returned to his feet. Taking advantage of the moment when Shanghai Wan'er's figure paused, he flew past her.
"Bastard!"
Shanghai Wan'er, who had always been gentle, was so angry that she couldn't help but curse.
Xie Xiaoman, Gao Ying, and Lan Yiqing, the three masters, surrounded him together. It wasn't that Hong Liu didn't try hard, but he really couldn't keep up with Xie Xiaoman's pace. At first, he was quite close to her, but now that he was running all over the field, he was so tired that he couldn't catch up with Xie Xiaoman.
Yang Fan saw that the three of them were closing in, so he took advantage of the moment when they were about to close up and dashed past Lan Yiqing. He laughed and said, "I've been fooled again!"
"Ah! What a bastard! "
Lan Yiqing was about to go crazy with anger. She turned around and saw Yang Fan dribbling the ball straight to their own goal. Their own players rushed up, but Yang Fan used a series of passing moves to get rid of the enemies who were chasing and intercepting him. As soon as he saw Chu Kuangge coming from the sidelines, he immediately passed the ball over.
Chu Kuangge dribbled the ball and ran. Seeing that the other side had several players surrounding him, he was on the sidelines and had limited space to turn around. With a lob shot, the ball accurately passed to Yang Fan's feet. At this time, because of their offensive from the left and right, a large number of opposing players were led to the sides, and the center line was already empty. Yang Fan decisively dribbled the ball to the center position.
"Brat, that's enough. Do you think I'm nothing?"
A figure flashed in front of him, and Princess Taiping was standing in front of him with her almond-shaped eyes. She slightly bent down to block the ball.
Wearing a tight outfit, she had a kind of valiant and formidable-looking aura.
Yang Fan looked at her bright and charming lips and suddenly smiled. This smile was as bright as the sun, which made Princess Taiping's heart sway. Then, a figure flashed in front of her, and Yang Fan disappeared again. Princess Taiping only felt a slight numbness between her two thighs, as if something had quickly rubbed against her.
When she turned around to look, she saw that Yang Fan had passed through her crotch, kicked the ball between her legs, and dribbled the ball straight to their goal. The palace maid who was guarding the eye of the wind rushed over, and Yang Fan volleyed the ball into the air!
"Brat, you dare to use a honey trap on me!"
Princess Taiping's face became hot, and she gritted her teeth in her heart. But she also understood that Yang Fan's feint was done in one go, and it was very clever. Even if he did not laugh, she would not be able to stop this ball.
The score between the two sides was widening, and the Imperial Team naturally had the upper hand, but Yang Fan's personal limelight had also been incisively and vividly displayed.
The hourglass was still leaking, and it was getting closer and closer to the end of the match. At this time, there were already nine red flags on the side of the Inner Palace Team, indicating that they had scored nine goals. On the other hand, there were only four red flags on the White Horse Temple Team. However, of the nine goals, Xie Xiaoman had scored three, Shangguan Wan'er had scored two, and the remaining four goals were scored by Princess Taiping, Lan Yiqing, Gao Ying, and another team member. And the other four goals were all scored by Yang Fan alone.
At the same time, the defensive players of both sides were strong and weak. Even those who did not understand the game could see that in the later stages, only Chu Kuangge shared the pressure for Yang Fan, and Yang Fan was almost fighting alone. In this situation, he was still able to score four goals, and the brilliance on the field was really taken away by him.
This was the palace, the home field of the Imperial Team, but the situation on the field had become a one-sided performance of Yang Fan's skills, and everyone was cheering for him.
Xie Xiaoman raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat on her forehead. She stared bitterly at the figure of Yang Fan, who was getting more and more energetic as he played, and said: "This treacherous little thief, he actually came up with such a method!"
Seeing that the hourglass was about to run out, the referee loudly reported the time to them. At this time, the ball was at the feet of Hong Yi. Hong Yi passed the ball to Chu Kuangge, who rushed with the ball and was almost intercepted by Xie Xiaoman, who passed the ball to Yang Fan in time. When Shanghai Wan'er saw this, she gritted her teeth and rushed up.
Yang Fan dribbled the ball left and right, and made three 180-degree turns in a row, which destroyed Shanghai Wan'er's full effort to save the ball. After two rapid turns, Yang Fan was already facing Shanghai Wan'er, with his back to the goal. He tiptoed and the ball flew up. He stopped with his chest out, and the ball went into the net with an inverted golden hook.
Yang Fan did not fall after the inverted golden hook. He swung his calf in the air, turned his body, and stood up steadily with his left hand on the ground. No one thought that he would turn his back to the goal and kick. The people who originally wanted to come up and grab the ball were all too late to stop him.
At the last moment, the game ended with a score of 9-5. Yang Fan also added a point of glory to himself with the last magnificent goal.
"Damn it!"
The talented woman, Shanghai Wan'er, only said such a sentence, and fell to the ground in a very ugly posture.
Her movement to intercept Yang Fan was too fast. She followed Yang Fan's three rapid turns and constantly corrected her movement, which caused her to lose her center of gravity. When Yang Fan shot the ball with an inverted golden hook, she also lost her balance and fell forward.
At this time, Yang Fan just stood up. When he saw this situation, without thinking, he rushed forward, bent his right leg, and held Shanghai Wan'er in his arms. With one hand supporting her shoulder and the other hand supporting her slender waist, he firmly held her in his hands.
There was a burst of cheers and applause, but no one knew who they were cheering for. The winner was, of course, the Inner Palace Team, but almost everyone felt that the most glorious one was the White Horse Temple, and the handsome monk of the White Horse Temple.
Shanghai Wan'er thought that she was going to fall miserably and become the laughingstock of others, but she didn't expect that the expected fall didn't come. When her consciousness cleared, she realized that she was lying in a pair of strong and strong arms. In front of her was an outrageously handsome man's face. He smiled at her and said, "Shangguan Daizhao, are you alright?"
Shanghai Wan'er had never been hugged by a man in her life. In her memory, even her father, Shangguan Tingzhi, had never hugged her before. Not long after she was born, her grandfather, Shangguan Yi, was executed because he had offended Empress Wu. Her father, Shangguan Tingzhi, was also killed.
At that time, her mother, Madam Zheng, was banished to the palace where the concubines below Jieyu lived as a slave. She grew up there. When she was 14 years old, she was put in an important position by Empress Wu because she was intelligent and good at writing. She was put in charge of the imperial court, and from then on, her status skyrocketed.
For so many years, she grew up in the palace and lived in the palace. Even when she was in charge of culture, the people she came into contact with were famous poets and scholars of the court. They were all old men. She had never come into contact with a man, let alone being hugged by a man like this.
Wan'er was 25 years old this year, but in terms of feelings, she was more innocent than a 12 or 13 year old girl. She was like a blank piece of paper. When she realized that she was being hugged by a man, Shangguan Daizhao was so embarrassed that her whole body went limp.
Yang Fan asked again, "Is Shangguan waiting for the imperial edict safe and sound?"
"Ah! Ah! I'm fine! "
Shanghai Wan'er finally came to her senses, and two blushes climbed up her cheeks.
Princess Taiping walked over and said with a straight face, "Presumptuous! Monk, you are so rude. Let go of Shangguan Daizhao! "
Yang Fan then realized that he was still holding Shanghai Wan'er. Shanghai Wan'er straightened her back and stood up from his arms. Her face was red, and she stammered, "He … he did it to save me. There is no need to blame him!"
"Hahahaha!"
Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter rang in their ears, startling the three of them who had their own thoughts. Yang Fan turned his head and saw Xue Huaiyi running in front of him, laughing wildly, "Seventeen, you're really good! I'm going to hold a celebratory feast for you and celebrate without restraint! Hahahaha … "
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