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However, only her sixth sister was the only one who could compose poetry, and she took out five hundred taels of silver and a few gold bracelets.
Fan Ruoxi gave her sister an appreciative look, "Sixth sister, if you have vision, your sister will not let you down."
A few other people thought about it for a while, and also bet on Fan Ruoxi, because it was based on the odds, but they bet very little, at most ten taels of silver.
If they lose, they will lose it, and if they win, they will get ten times, one hundred taels.
Fan Ruoxi took out all his net worth, three hundred taels, and stook it up.
Then I saw that Wen Zibo, who had been thinking for a long time, also took out a hundred taels, and when he put it in, he looked at his sister and smiled.
Sure enough, love makes people blind, and this teenager should have heard of himself before.
"Okay, let's get started, everyone."
"Goose."
Listen, goose?
What the hell is it?
"Goose, goose, goose."
"Hahahaha."
"Hahaha, this is also called poetry?"
"Let's just say she can't."
"It's the same rubbish as before!" Everyone talked about it, especially the big ones under the bet who wanted Fan Ruoxi to lose.
"Hahahaha, Fan Ruoxi, you're going to lose."
Fan Ruoxi shook his head, "Quxiang sings to the sky." ”
Suddenly, everyone fell silent.
"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves."
The air was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly someone applauded, and everyone saw that it was the second prince, and they also applauded.
"A song of geese, lively and catchy." Although this poem is simple, no one will say it in the future, Fan Ruoxi is a straw bag who can't write poetry.
Although Ding Guixiang couldn't believe it, she still threw down the silver ticket and left with her subordinates immediately.
The young ladies who lost also left after taking out the silver at the moment.
Although Fan Ruoxi didn't get the ranking this time, her reputation has spread, and she is not the waste who doesn't know anything.
And this poem spread all over the streets and alleys, from eighty-year-olds to three-year-old children, they would read this poem aloud.
Those who bet on the little ones regret it now, and they already knew that they would bet a thousand taels.
Fan Ruoxi happily took three thousand taels of silver tickets, and finally became a rich woman again.
She didn't notice that the second prince looked at him a little differently.
And Qin Ziqing's eyes when he looked at the second prince also deepened.
The last item of the day is dinner together.
In addition to some exquisite dishes, there is also a special dish, lamb kebabs.
Fan Ruoxi was dumbfounded, didn't the mutton skewers sell to Fansheng Restaurant by herself?
The second prince said with a smile, "A delicacy has just appeared in the capital, that is, this mutton skewer, this palace has ordered some today, everyone can taste it." “
Lamb skewers are a new product that has only been released in the past few days at Fansheng Restaurant, and there is an endless stream of people who go to eat this dish.
If you want to eat, you must order in advance, you can't have silver, who doesn't have silver in the big families in Beijing?
During the meal, everyone still sat as well as before.
"Sister, let's get the guqin."
"Well, thank you, Sixth Sister." Fan Ruoxi is holding a lamb skewer, which is the taste of his hometown.
"Big sister, that's what you deserve." Fan Ruoxi ate quickly, because she was hungry, but she was still very elegant.
"Come, Sixth Sister, this has fruit wine, it tastes good."
Why didn't Shuang'er squeak, she lowered her head, the current sky, only the sky can be seen in the distance, it's not very late, why is this girl's face......
I saw a gaze over there, looking at Sister Shuang'er, it turned out to be that kid.