Everyone followed the prestige, and Zhu Rong sat on the edge of Zhu Luan's empty chair, looking at them with a frown and an unkind face.

"Oh, I forgot that my brother was here," Hong Shan said with a loud laugh, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"But you're calm enough," Hong Shan gave him a thumbs up, "The British government shouldn't be that rich now, right?" Your sister has carried so many bets at once, and you are not in a hurry at all? “

"You are still so reckless in your words," Nian Hua shook his head on the side, "Although the British Mansion has fallen, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and it is impossible to take out all ten thousand taels of silver, right?" Young Master Zhu? ”

Duan Lizheng frowned slightly, and glanced at his brother who was watching the play quietly.

People who know each other know that Hongshan has always been open-mouthed, but they didn't expect that Nian Huazang not only did not stop it, but also spoke more provocatively.

"Young Master Zhu believes in Miss Nine's ability," Li Wenyao couldn't stand it and said, "Haven't you been able to prove that Miss Nine is capable enough to make this gamble?" ”

He looked worriedly at the little boy sitting opposite, he had heard of the turmoil in the British Mansion for a long time, the circle of young masters and young ladies was no different in nature, and the rejection of illegitimate children and heirs with unknown backgrounds was more intense than the distinction between concubines.

But what surprised him was that this young man's face was obviously so young, but his eyes were transparent and not in line with his age. Only when he encountered something related to his sister, his calm face immediately became vivid, and the young man scolded Fang Yu angrily.

"In this way, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful," Hong Shan arched his hand towards Zhu Rong, "It turns out that he is as good as Duan Ergongzi." ”

"I believe my sister, of course, but as I said before, she wants to play whatever she wants." Zhu Rong said quietly, "Whether she wins or loses, she is happy." ”

As soon as the young man's words came out, the room was quiet for a moment.

What is the ...... But it's amazing.

Everyone also has sisters at home, and those who are spoiled will do some ridiculous things with their sisters, but no brother dares to say that he can say such things.

Zhu Mei, who was on the side, looked at this brother who appeared out of thin air in disbelief.

She originally just thought that Zhu Jiu might have seen this brother before her, and the two were more familiar, but this brother, why did it look a little strange?

This tone turned out to be the appearance of Zhu Jiu's defeat in the family business.

Isn't he the son of the eldest uncle and the son-in-law of the Zhu family?

How could he tolerate Zhu Jiu's concubine to such an extent?

"Young Master Zhu really dotes on his sister," Nian Huazang chuckled, his eyes swirling between Zhu Rong and Duan Lizheng, "Just now you said that Sister Ling has a marriage contract, I don't know where you are engaged?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound of porcelain came.

Everyone looked and saw that the teacup that Duan Zhiyun was originally holding in his hand fell to the ground, and the maid beside Duan Zhiyun was squatting on the ground in a panic picking up broken porcelain pieces.

Sensing everyone's gaze, Duan Zhiyun's face was swollen and red, and he didn't say a word.

"Why are you so careless," Duan Haochu's mellow voice sounded, and he glanced at his sister with a smile on his face, "What a child." ”

The elder brother's gentle voice soothed Duan Zhiyun, she tried her best to show a mischievous smile, and said coquettishly, "Compared with the eldest brother, of course I am a child." ”

Duan Lizheng felt a little strange in his heart, but seeing that his brother's expression was as usual, he didn't say anything more.

Everyone returned to the conversation just now, and looked at Zhu Rong with interest, waiting for him to answer.

Zhu Rong was a little embarrassed, Zhu Luan's marriage was still what Mrs. Bai had just told him yesterday, when he just got up from the blue yarn cabinet that day and went to ask his great-grandmother to say goodbye, he didn't know why he told him about her marriage.

At that time, the words were clueless, only saying that if the nine girls were fine, they would send someone to talk to her fiancé.

Zhu Rong's heart was a little shocked for a while, and she only listened to Mrs. Bai chattering on the side, and didn't ask who her fiancé was, just listened to Mrs. Bai's second son's second son.

"The young master of a big family," Zhu Rong replied with a smile, "The little girl is thin-skinned, and I dare to reveal it with her consent no matter how detailed it is." ”

Duan Zhiyun quietly breathed a sigh of relief on the side, and her attention was only then put outside the window, it didn't matter what she saw, her eyes widened in surprise.

The gamblers gathered around the high platform all pointed at Song Xuesong.

"Cedar he, hasn't recited it yet?" Situ Gaoyi glanced at the field.

Nian Huazang nodded irritably.

"I didn't expect him to really lose." Situ Gaoyi shook his head.

"I don't believe it! She must have been tricked! Song Yuxue, who was standing by the window, suddenly grabbed the window edge and shouted.

"She must have known the contents of the poem in advance!" She shouted with red eyes, and then glared at Mu Kezhi, who was drinking by the window, "You Mu family ......"

"Calm down, Miss Song, Mr. Song hasn't lost yet." Mu Kezhi threw away the wine glass, interrupted her, and turned his mouth outward, "Look." ”

The familiar sound of striking came again, not the one announcing the end of the game, but the sound of the game continuing.

"Song Gongzi lost once, and the fifth draw began!" The master of ceremonies shouted.

"It's a little unsightly, I didn't expect it to continue without admitting defeat," Situ Gaoyi pouted.

By the way, Zhu Jiu said just now that if he accepted her conditions, let Song Xuesong three times. Song Yuxue suddenly realized.

Only then did everyone realize that there was still this stubble.

"What's not good-looking, this girl herself proposed to let it go three times, Cedar accepted this girl's conditions and took the initiative to say that it was okay once, it was enough for a gentleman." Nian Huazang said coldly.

That being said, but I haven't read a poem for ten years just now, is this condition still retained?

This kind of scene is the first time I have encountered it in the poetry arena.

On the high platform, the master of ceremonies looked at the man with humiliation and resentment on his face and the little girl with the usual expression, shook his head and put his hand into the altar for the fifth time.

Song Xuesong didn't recite it just now, and the young lady didn't say anything after reciting it, but actually looked at himself urging to smoke the next song, and then he realized that what this young lady said was true.

Make a promise at the casino.

That's a real capability.

He sighed in his heart and unfolded the fifth poem.

"In the seventh year of Jianing in the Later Han Dynasty, Mr. Xu Lang composed eight poems of "Traveling on the Autumn Day". The master of ceremonies read aloud.

It's no different from the first four.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the emcee's voice fell, the crisp sound came as scheduled.

Song Xuesong's face froze, looking at the girl who was still striking quickly, and the hand holding the small hammer began to tremble.

The master of ceremonies looked at Zhu Luan, and the girl smiled and nodded at her.

"Miss Zhu has already gotten," the master of ceremonies looked at Song Xuesong, whose face was pale, and asked, "What about Song Gongzi?" ”

Song Xuesong didn't move for a long time, and the boos around him paused.

"You're not really going to lose, are you?" "If you lose to a woman in the poetry fight, the eldest son of the Song family will become famous now."

"In that case, Miss Zhu, I'll count to three, and you can start memorizing." The master of ceremonies waited for a moment and looked at Zhu Luan, "One, two......"

Another sound came, and everyone looked, Song Xuesong held the small hammer in both hands and struck it again.

A hint of surprise flashed in the master of ceremonies' eyes, and then he said with a smile, "In this way, please recite it together, one, two, and three." ”

After he finished speaking, Zhu Luan and Duan Lizheng began to recite together, because it was a group of poems, and it took a long time to recite them.

Then in the third sentence of the second song, the man's voice disappears.

The master of ceremonies looked at Song Xuesong, only to see that his hands were clenched into fists, but his lips trembled, and he couldn't spit out again.

And the girl in front of her is still on her back.

Flowing water.

She didn't look at the man next to her, as if she was immersed in her own world, and in an instant, she memorized eight poems.

It seems that this gamble can finally be over.

The master of ceremonies let out a long breath and raised his hand to signal the waiter.

"In this way, Miss Zhu Jiu in the seventeenth game of the first game of Wendou Wendou ......"

He didn't finish his words.

Because the girl in front of him was looking at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong? Go on, it's time to draw a sixth, right? Zhu Luan looked at him and said.

What the?

The master of ceremonies stood in place, dumbfounded.

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