When the competition began, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

A bet of one hundred taels, the person who looks at the bet, the person who compares it naturally cannot be empty-handed.

Jing Xiangqiu naturally couldn't show his timidity, opened his palm, put down a hundred taels of silver tickets, looked at the messenger and said, "Is it okay?" ”

The envoy glanced at it, it was a silver ticket for Kyoto's large ticket number, and nodded with a smile.

Song Wan'er stretched out her hand, and the messenger took the silver ticket in her hand, and her expression was a little subtle for a while.

"Five hundred taels." The messenger shouted.

The envoy of the begonia has seen many big people, but it is the first time that a little girl like today, who is five hundred taels of silver, has seen it.

Jing Xiangqiu looked at the envoy and said, "Why don't you start yet?" ”

The messenger's face was a little embarrassed, "According to the rules of our begonia, both sides of the game must be equal. ”

Jing Xiangqiu's face suddenly became embarrassed.

"Sister, why are you walking so fast, you left the silver ticket here with me when you went out in the morning, why did you forget." Jing Qiulan said with a smile as she walked over.

No more, no less, just four, which adds up to exactly five hundred taels of silver tickets.

"Miss Jing, do you still need to raise?" The messenger asked.

Jing Xiangqiu smiled, no matter how he looked at his smile, he gritted his teeth a little, "No need." ”

The envoy turned his head to look at Song Wan'er and asked her according to the rules.

Song Wan'er glanced at Jing Xiangqiu faintly, and then slowly spoke: "That's it." ”

Jing Xiangqiu silently breathed a sigh of relief.

***

King Qin looked at the two women on the field and said, "Which of them do you think can win?" ”

"Of course, it's Miss Jing." One of the children spoke.

Jing Xiangqiu is the eldest lady of the Jing family, and she is also well-known in Kyoto, but everyone still thinks that she has a better chance of winning.

He thinks so, and there are people who think completely differently from him.

"Song Wan'er is always able to do unexpected things, and I don't think he will lose this time." Wang Siyuan said.

Zhao Yuanzhi didn't believe it.

"Make a bet?" Wang Siyuan said.

Zhao Yuanzhi nodded, "I'll bet on one hundred taels and bet on the victory of the eldest lady of the Jing family." ”

Wang Siyuan had a smile on his face and did not speak.

Zhao Yuanzhi said: "What, are you afraid? ”

Wang Siyuan said: "I'm not afraid, it's just that the two girls on the field bet five hundred taels, and we bet one hundred taels, which is a little unsightly." ”

The shot is not as good as a woman, and it will inevitably become a joke when it spreads.

Wang Siyuan's meaning is very clear, you can gamble, just one hundred taels of silver.

When Zhao Yuanzhi heard this, he was suddenly unhappy, but he had no other way at the moment, "Okay, then five hundred taels." ”

He thought that after the results of the competition came out for a while, the five hundred taels of silver were his, and the displeasure in his heart suddenly dissipated.

Wang Siyuan smiled and nodded.

Noble sons, you bet, I bet, and they have bet on their own optimistic people.

Song Wan'er's odds are not high, compared to Jing Xiangqiu, who grew up in Kyoto, there are obviously not many people who are optimistic about her, even if she has been famous in Kyoto recently.

The messenger held the tray and suddenly stood still.

Yunmo said lightly: "What's wrong?" ”

The tray in the messenger's hand trembled slightly, and he held the tray with both hands, which did not make people see the clue, "This son, are you sure you want to bet so much." ”

Yunmo nodded.

Song Yun glanced at the denomination on the silver ticket, secretly felt a toothache, and thought about it for a long time before taking out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from his arms and putting it on, silently putting away the one he had prepared.

Yunmo is here, and these people have no chance to show Xiàn at all.

The owner of Yu Haitang looked at the final win-loss ratio and was a little puzzled, feeling that this result was very different from what he expected.

Song Wan'er's odds of winning shouldn't be like this.

The contest has begun!

***

Jing Xiangqiu's face was shocked.

"This can't be?" Jing Qiulan shouted from the side.

Song Wan'er stood aside and did not speak.

Hearing this, the envoy of the begonia couldn't stand still, and he had a decent smile on his face, "Miss Jing, everyone knows the rules of our begonia, if you don't believe it, you can check it out for yourself." ”

What to look at? There will be no other use than to make yourself more ridiculous.

"I was just excited." Jing Xiangqiu quickly recovered and said calmly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highnesses King Qin and King Wei sat on the high platform, and Yu Haitang was no matter how bold he was, he didn't dare to shield anyone on such an occasion.

"I'm not convinced, let's do it again." Jing Xiangqiu Road.

"One thousand taels." Song Wan'er said.

You're taking advantage of the fire.

Song Wan'er had a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, silver tickets, who doesn't like it, although she is not short of money, no one will dislike having a lot of money, let alone this kind of money that is sent to the door on her own initiative.

Jing Xiangqiu's expression hesitated.

"But I won't compare with you, one thousand taels, you will come up with another person." Song Wan'er continued.

Jing Xiangqiu suddenly felt that her breath was blocked in her chest, and she was a little panicked, she felt like a clown, being teased.

"I'll go." One of the women stood up and said.

One thousand taels of silver tickets were sent, and Song Wan'er directly regarded the money she had just won as the principal.

The corners of the mouth of the envoy who collected the money twitched slightly, he thought of the owner's instructions just now, his expression barely calmed down, and deep down he couldn't help but slander: You must be a family, and the way to spend money is the same.

Yunmo didn't even glance at the silver ticket, but at the beginning of the second competition, he lightly threw the money from the first bet into it with interest.

The odds of winning the first time Song Wan'er gambled were very high, despite Yunmo's generous shot, the final income was still very objective, and Yunmo could be said to have made a lot of money.

Du Ping smiled and said, "Don't think about it, we must support Sister Wan'er." ”

Jiang Zhou said with a look of approval: "Wan'er will definitely not lose." ”

Song Yun smiled and didn't speak, he naturally supported his sister 100%.

On the high platform, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the three Royal Highnesses of King Qin and King Wei were obviously the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were silently watching their every move.

With the silence before the start of the competition, the atmosphere of the begonia became a little tense.

The mood of the noble sons is also a little anxious.

They came here to participate in the banquet and play, and the women's competition made them unable to let go of their minds to play.

If the people they value are different from the Highness they follow, they will become very embarrassed, and they will not be happy to follow His Highness and disobey His Highness, they will definitely not be happy in the future.

"Miss Song wins!" The envoy of Yu Haitang raised his voice slightly, and in the second competition, there was no suspense, and it was still Song Wan'er who won the victory.

Two thousand taels of silver tickets were placed lightly in front of Song Wan'er, making her smile on her face. (To be continued.) )