"How to bet? Bet on a single bet on a double? Zhu Luan asked.

"You understand it very well," Mu Kezhi laughed.

Betting on winning or losing, the most common is a single bet, the rules are simple, gamblers bet on both sides of the game, and bet on the winner to collect the loser's money according to the odds, which is called single.

The double bet is a gambling game that the next spectator and the next contestant themselves must join. The winning side gets all the bets placed on them by other gamblers, and if they lose, they get double their bets.

For spectators, a single bet is a winner, and a double bet is a loser.

Because of the great psychological pressure on both sides of the competition, the people who play the duel are more desperate, and they are more exciting and beautiful, but people who are not of a certain status can't afford to play this.

Single gambling because the person who goes down does not get any profit, slaves or prisoners are common, and the big man gambles often double.

Sure enough, Mu Kezhi replied, "Naturally, it's a double gamble." He picked up the glass in front of him and showed the bottom of it, "This is the number plate for betting." ”

Zhu Luan took a closer look and found that there was a "two" under the wine glass.

Mu Kezhi is one of the masters of the gambling game, he is "two", so who is "one"?

Zhu Luan picked up the wine glass in front of him and glanced at the bottom of the glass, which had the word "nine" written on it.

Mu Kezhi's voice sounded in his ears, and he turned the bottom of the cup to the waiter beside him and spoke.

"Bet on one hundred taels of Zhao Gongzi of Ziyang Academy."

"One hundred taels?" Zhu Luan exclaimed when he heard Zhu Rong sitting beside him.

Gambling games of more than 50 taels in a big week can be called a big gamble, and often require the government to intervene and mediate.

For the already ruined British government, this amount is a lot.

What's more, bets are often added little by little, and the first bet is a hundred taels, so you can expect what kind of bloody wind there will be later.

Yu Sinian also picked up the wine glass and turned the bottom of the glass towards the waiter.

"Bet one hundred taels on Xu Gongzi of Tianquan Academy."

The waiter nodded, looked at the others in the cabinet, and asked, "Are there any other nobles who want to bet?" ”

After no one answered, the waiter lifted a curtain facing the high platform and shouted downstairs, "The second nobleman of Tianzi Pavilion bet one hundred taels on Zhao Gongzi of Ziyang Academy!" The five nobles of Tianzi Pavilion bet one hundred taels on Xu Gongzi of Tianquan Academy! ”

"It's worthy of Tianzi Pavilion, and it's really extraordinary." The sighs of gamblers rang out downstairs.

It seems that one hundred taels is indeed a big bet.

Zhu Luan's thoughts flashed, and after the opening of Tianzi Pavilion at this time, the other boxes upstairs also began to place bets.

"The four nobles of the Dizi Pavilion bet one hundred taels on Zhao Gongzi of Ziyang Academy!"

"The three nobles of the Xuanzi Pavilion bet one hundred taels on Xu Gongzi of Tianquan Academy!"

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……

The sound of betting was endless, and the scene was very enthusiastic for a while.

After the sound of betting disappeared completely, the master of ceremonies struck, "The betting is over, Zhao Gongzi has a bet of 1,240 taels, and Xu Gongzi has a bet of 980 taels." ”

"The first game of the first game of the Wendou begins."

With the voice of the master of ceremonies, a waiter stepped forward and put up a large porcelain altar. The porcelain jar contains densely folded strips of paper.

"Ninth sister, look, what is this?" Zhu Rong, who was sitting on the side, pushed Zhu Luan, who was watching coldly, and asked.

"It's a poetry sign." Li Wenyao smiled on the side and took the initiative to introduce.

"Poetry? Is it the title of a poem? Zhu Rong asked.

Li Wenyao smiled, "This little boy seems to have misunderstood, and fighting poetry is not about composing poetry." ”

"Not poetry?" Zhu Rong was taken aback.

"It's more than memorizing poetry." Zhu Luan turned his face sideways and added with a smile.

"Reciting poems? What's so hard about that? Zhu Rong frowned.

Reciting poems is something that every Mongolian child has been doing since he was a child, and I don't know how much I have memorized like "A Thousand Poems", and as for adult students, they can recite thousands of poems, what is there to compare with what this kind of child can do?

"The simpler it is, the harder it is." Zhu Luan looked at the big porcelain altar downstairs, "After all, it is a gambling game, and you must choose a game that can clearly judge whether you win or lose." ”

"The merits of poetry are often controversial. It's hard to convince everyone. Li Wenyao further explained on the side.

"After all, gamblers are terrible when they pull their skins." Zhu Luan chuckled.

"But can this kind of comparison really tell the difference between winners and losers?" Zhu Rong asked.

"Absolutely." Zhu Luan looked downstairs and said.

As soon as her voice fell, "The winner has been decided!" The emcee shouted loudly from downstairs.

"What? So fast? Zhu Rong turned his head sharply and stared at the high platform under the field.

I saw that Xu Gongzi of Tianquan Academy on the field had a pale face, trembling and falling to the ground.

The master of ceremonies struck, "Zhao Gongzi of Ziyang Academy wins!" ”

According to the rules, Zhao Gongzi can get 1,240 taels, while Xu Gongzi will lose 1,960 taels, and this silver plus the 980 taels of the previous loser's bet will be paid to the off-court winner of the bet in proportion.

Losers and winners, one step to heaven, one step to hell.

That's the big gamble.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhu Rong asked suspiciously.

The waiter in charge of the report on the side had just returned, Li Wenyao nodded at him, and the waiter said, "In the competition just now, there were two rounds, and in the first round, Xiao Siyuan's "Chao Wen" both answered well, but the second draw was Guan Rong's "Burning Poems". ”

"That's a lot of luck." Yu Sinian said in a low voice.

"The business of scholars, how can you say that luck is back," Mu Kezhi laughed loudly.

"The gambling game of Duyun Tower even dares to put Guan Rong's poems inside, and it is really bold." Yu Sinian said.

Guan Rong's poems were all banned during the Chengzong period, and the ban was not lifted until the Tianhou Niangniang period, and Tianquan Academy paid attention to orthodoxy and generally did not teach some uncommon things.

"This is a poem that has been lifted, but you are too rigid and not extensive enough," Mu Kezhi said lazily, taking the silver ticket handed over by the waiter.

Applause rang out all around the platform, and the gamblers cheered.

"The first game and the second game of the Wendou begin!" As he spoke, the downstairs had already begun to move on to the next one.

"The fate of Li Gongzi of the Ancient Academy!"

"Tianquan Academy's Chen Gongzi is gone!"

Because of the tragedy of the previous losing side, Zhu Rong thought that no one would go down again, but he didn't expect that it would be another moment, someone had already played the second game, Zhu Rong looked at the extremely busy waiters in front of him, and didn't know why he felt a little dizzy in his head.

"Is this ......," Zhu Rong asked.

"It's only going to get more intense after that." Zhu Luan glanced at him and said.

In the gambling room, the atmosphere will only be more intense after winning and losing.

Zhu Rong looked at the cheering people in the audience, and then looked at Zhu Luan, who was staring intently at the window. was so far away, Zhu Rong couldn't see the scene off the field clearly, but what did she see? .

The people who go off the field have to bear the psychology very strongly, and there is a lot of pressure during the game.

She, going to participate in such a competition?

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