Ji Liang's voice was not loud, but it was definitely not small.

In addition to the people in the Wen Pavilion, many people in the two pavilions next door also heard it. One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and suddenly the entire Wenhui fell into silence, and everyone got up and looked towards the Wen Pavilion, and looked at His Royal Highness the Prince who dared to speak wildly.

Obviously feeling the killing intent coming from all directions, Ji Liyue hurriedly grabbed Ji Liang's hand, and at the same time, her left hand was already on the saber.

Although I don't know what Brother means by doing this, if someone wants to be unfavorable to Brother A, even if it is the princess and the prince, this [Thunder] in her hand will never be polite.

Ji Liang patted his sister's hand lightly, looked around, and was slapped open with a flick of his wrist: "What's the matter?"

Li Fan clenched his fists tightly, staring at the bold maniac in front of him with cracked eyes. Originally, he just wanted to sell Wen Xiang a face before he invited this waste into Wenting, but he didn't expect that this waste would cause him so much trouble now.

This sentence can be regarded as scolding the entire future of Dalong, not to mention the adult in the [Qianqiu Pavilion].

Now that the matter is in Wenting, no matter what the result is, he, the pavilion owner, needs to be responsible for this matter. On the one hand is the Minister of Literature, and on the other hand is the various forces of the entire Dalong.

He is a small seven-grade Guozi superintendent book, and he can't afford to offend any of them!

Damn, it's not good when this waste goes crazy, but I just picked this Taishan literary meeting, and I chose it in my own literary pavilion.

Damn, Lao Tzu's official career is completely finished because of this waste!

Li Fanshu was about to bite in anger with the white of his eyes.

After half a ring, Li Fanshu finally calmed down from his anger, and now that he can't afford to offend anyone, then he can't offend anyone.

I saw that he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Your Royal Highness, since you look down on my generation of scholars. Then under Li Fanshu, dare to try it with His Royal Highness the Prince. If you lose, please leave the tournament on your own. ”

In the end, it is the pavilion master of Wenting, and he is the seven-pin Guozi superintendent book at a young age, and Li Fanshu's words can be said to be unrevealed. Even if you can blast this waste thing out, it will also give Wen Xiang enough face.

However, what Li Fanshu didn't know was that Ji Liang was waiting for him.

"Competition? That's boring. I'm a rough guy and a gambler. Since everyone here is not convinced, then I, Ji Liang, will fight your four pavilions of piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting alone. ”

In the middle of speaking, Ji Liang took out the five hundred taels of silver ticket money that his grandmother gave him in the morning from his arms, and slammed it on the table.

"If I lose to any of you, the five hundred taels will be yours. But if I win, you will have to lose me five hundred taels or give me something of the equivalent price. You are the future of Dalong, don't be afraid of me, a well-known waste in the world. ”

Five hundred taels.

For Ji Liang, it's not too much, and it's really too little to say less. He needs five hundred taels to upgrade the [Divine Refining Factory] once, and he also needs wood and iron ore, this is only the first upgrade, and the ghost knows what else will be needed later.

The so-called money can make money, and his last sentence blocked the retreat of this group of imps. If you want to pinch him as a soft persimmon, if I am a soft persimmon, then these people will be my cash cow.

And when Ji Liang snapped out the five hundred taels, many people in the four pavilions of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting had straight eyes, although everyone had a big background, but in fact, the monthly pocket money was only a dozen taels, and this was a good thing to earn five hundred taels for nothing, who didn't earn who was stupid.

What if you lose?

Serious people who would lose to a fool.

On the side, Nangong Qianwen looked at Ji Liang with a smile on his face, feeling that his brain was about to turn around, and hurriedly looked at Ji Liyue again, if it was all planned, Li Yue would definitely know.

However, it was Ji Liyue who was looking at her brother with blind adoration, unable to extricate herself.

It's hopeless.......

Nangong Qianwen suddenly touched the qin beside him and then made up her mind, and after a while, she will go out to the Qin Pavilion for the prince, how can I say that I will leave a pair of pants for Gongzi Ji today to go home.

However, at this moment, Ji Liang suddenly got up and took the silver ticket, and pulled his sister towards the [Qianqiu Pavilion].

......

[Chiaki Pavilion] -

"Subordinate—"

"It's okay, isn't it interesting? ”

It was an extremely ordinary-looking woman who spoke, and at the moment she was looking with interest at the beautiful young man who was striding towards here.

In addition to the reason why he coveted the delicious food here from the beginning, Ji Liang thought about how to say that he was a proper C position today, so it would not be an exaggeration to borrow you a gazebo.

And at this time, there are only four people in this pavilion, so many delicious foods, I have to help eliminate some of them.

I saw a young fat man among the four people slowly get up, his name is known even to Ji Liang, the owner of the Four Seasons Money Village - Chen Guisheng.

That's right, he is not anyone's son, but at the age of 29, he became the owner of the money bank. The money circulating throughout Dalong passed through the hands of his bank every day, and there were millions of taels. It's like a walking ATM.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Prince, the County Lord, and Miss Nangong. ”

Chen Fatzi was still polite, and he was not annoyed at all by Fang Cai Ji Liang's arrogant words.

is worthy of being the boss, and compared with those self-righteous young talents, he makes a judgment. Looking around at the other people, Ji Liang didn't know him, but since this fat man could get up and talk, he could call the shots, Ji Liang was not polite, and said directly: "I spend five hundred taels, can I borrow this pavilion for use?"

Chen Guisheng was stunned for a moment, and then swept aside with his afterglow, and after seeing that the girl was not displeased, he understood it and smiled heartily at Ji Liang: "It's vulgar to talk about money, it's better for the villain to hand it over to his friends with His Royal Highness the Prince of the World through the pavilion, and I hope that His Royal Highness will be victorious." ”

It is comfortable to talk to a cheerful person, since everyone has given him face like this, this friend he Ji Liang also handed it over: "Master Chen Zhuang is so cool, he will go to the house to visit him one day." ”

"Hahaha, the villain will prepare the delicacies of the mountains and seas that the prince loves to eat and wait quietly. ”

*

After a while, Chen Fatzi and the other three left first, lending the Qianqiu Pavilion to Ji Liang.

Although they didn't understand where this waste came from with such a big face, everyone still went to the Qianqiu Pavilion one after another, rolled up their sleeves and inserted Moquan on the ground to prepare to earn the five hundred taels of silver together.

However, everything comes first and comes later, and the focus of everyone present at this time is on Ji Liang and Li Fanshu.

Li Fanshu naturally did not show cowardice to Ji Liang, and also took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels: "His Royal Highness, if you win in Xia, the conditions remain the same, please leave by yourself." ”

said that he didn't covet Ji Liang's five hundred taels was fake, but in terms of face and making money, Li Fanshu still chose to save face. After thinking about coming today, he is neither humble nor arrogant to face the arrogant prince, and the reputation of treating money as dung will spread all over the Dalong court.

Thinking of this, the corners of Li Fanshu's mouth were about to bloom.

didn't know that this fool was happy to kill, Ji Liang shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I will always be the one who wins in the end." ”

"Since I'm the one who is facing all of you, then I'll make the questions, all the young talents here?"

Li Fanshu made a "please" gesture, signaling Ji Liang to let the horse come over casually.

Ji Liang shook the fan while thinking about it, and after a while, the white fan in his hand was closed: "Wendou, it takes too long to write articles, and my sister is here than writing poems, and this son will not take advantage of you." That's more than the foundation of the foundation, it's more than calligraphy. ”

When they heard the word "calligraphy", several young people in Wenting all smiled disdainfully, thinking that there would be some tricky problems in this waste.

Calligraphy?

When they were four or five years old, they practiced calligraphy, and the elders of the family taught them personally.

At this time, Ji Liang's inner thoughts are surprisingly the same as these people: Master, my interest class is not for nothing, as soon as my calligraphy comes out, who will compete with it? Even if he only learns a shape, it is enough to hang these little children.

I can't win this, master, I'll hit my head with tofu and die.