Chapter 42: Windfall
Their princess, on the surface, looked like a fairy from heaven. She should have been the epitome of beauty, nobility, and elegance.
In fact, as a personal maid, Bi'er knew very well that Xiaoxianzi had another attribute——
Dirty girl!
For example, Xiao Xianzi once put on men's clothes and dressed like a young master, then flirted with the maids with sweet words and even forced himself on them.
But Bier also knew that few people knew about Xiaoxianzi's "dirty girl attributes", except for these maids.
Although Xiao Xian Zi enjoys the pursuit of those stinky men, those stinky men will never see her dirty side.
In front of others, she is always noble and always inviolable.
Bier guessed that her princess would only reveal her true nature after meeting the man she liked...
While she was daydreaming, Xiao Xian Zi had already glanced over the rest of the poems, then threw them aside and cursed, "It's all garbage!"
"Your Highness, who is the candidate for the top poem?" Bi'er came back to her senses.
"Oh, do I even need to ask? Of course I'll go according to the original plan." Xiaoxian Zi stood up and lazily lay on the low couch, supporting her head with her hands, showing off her curvy figure.
"Where is Mr. Lin Chuan?" Bier put away the manuscript.
The master and servant had already reached a tacit understanding on the ranking of the poems.
Xiaoxianzi is responsible for selecting the best poem, while the rest of the rankings are determined by Bier.
"Let's choose him as the champion too, haha, double champions. We'll borrow four girls from Pinyu Pavilion later and have them accompany Lin Chuan." Xiaoxian Zi said lazily.
Bier nodded and left the boudoir with a stack of poems.
…
In the box outside.
Su Xian was already full and put down his chopsticks, concentrating on eating melon with Lin Chuan.
The governor's son Liu Ziyun and the famous middle-aged scholar were evenly matched and neither could do anything to the other.
Su Xian once asked Lin Chuan, who was the middle-aged scholar? How dare he confront Liu Ziyun? Wasn't he afraid that Liu Ziyun would take the opportunity to retaliate?
Lin Chuan shook his head and said he didn't know him, but judging from his words and behavior, he guessed he was from the capital of the gods...
In short, the two sides fought fiercely, neither of them could do anything to the other, and because the time was approaching to announce the winner of the poetry competition, both sides stopped fighting at the same time, stared at each other fiercely, and reached a tacit understanding -
Whoever wins the first place in poetry will be the winner.
At the same time, they also opened gambling games and placed bets.
"I bet five hundred taels." Liu Ziyun ordered someone to take out five hundred taels of silver notes and put them on a wooden table in the middle of the box.
"Oh, one thousand taels!" The middle-aged celebrity directly bid a silver note for one thousand taels.
One thousand five hundred taels at the beginning?
The box suddenly became lively.
Su Xian was also dumbfounded, thinking: "Good fellow, the world of rich people is hard to understand. The day before yesterday, I was still smug about a thousand coins, but in a random gambling game, they can throw out five hundred or a thousand taels..."
While sighing in his heart, Su Xian suddenly had an idea and rubbed his fingers, eager to try it.
"Ten taels , bet on Young Master Liu to win the first prize in poetry."
"Five taels!"
"Twenty taels!"
“…”
The box became lively, with many people escorting Liu Ziyun.
There were also many people who were holding that middle-aged celebrity hostage.
There are nearly two thousand banknotes on the table in the middle of the box!
"Bet another thousand taels!" Liu Ziyun gritted his teeth secretly but appeared calm on the surface.
"I'll give you one thousand taels!" The middle-aged celebrity showed no sign of weakness.
But then both of them maintained a tacit understanding and stopped betting money.
Liu Ziyun bet 1,500 taels, and the middle-aged celebrity bet 2,000 taels, which was almost their limit.
The wealth in their hands is naturally not just this much, but it is not advisable to bet their entire fortune on a fight of pride.
Others followed suit and placed some more bets.
At this point, Su Xian estimated that the silver bills on the table amounted to four thousand taels.
Four thousand taels!
Su Xian's heart was pounding.
He was very confident about the poem he secretly gave to Lin Chuan, and there was a 90% chance of it being named the winner.
Do you want to take a gamble?
Opportunity is fleeting, and finally, Su Xian made up his mind.
He pulled Lin Chuan over and whispered in his ear.
After hearing this, Lin Chuan's eyes widened, then he nodded and said with a smile: "Okay! I'll advance you one thousand taels first. I believe that Brother Su's poetry talent will not disappoint people. Well, since Brother Su has joined, I naturally can't just stand by and watch. I'll also bet one thousand taels myself !"
Su Xian was penniless and had no money at all, but he and Lin Chuan both believed that Su Xian would soon receive an unexpected fortune of one thousand taels.
Ancillary rewards for winning the first place in poetry.
Su Xian's idea was to use the one thousand taels for betting, of course, Lin Chuan would pay for it first.
So, in the box where the tension was high and everyone was keeping quiet while waiting for the result, Lin Chuan suddenly stood up and slowly walked towards the table in the middle.
Swish!
Everyone turned to look at Lin Chuan, with different expressions.
Lin Chuan was wearing a white Confucian robe, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was a student from the county school.
"Lin Chuan? What are you doing? Get out of here quickly!" A scholar in Confucian robes beside Liu Ziyun shouted coldly.
"Get out of here immediately. Don't bring shame to the county school and Mr. Liu!" another classmate shouted.
"What is this man going to do?" The other celebrities, businessmen, etc. were also curious.
"Could it be that after seeing so many banknotes, he became malicious and wanted to rob?" someone speculated.
"Impossible, I recognize this is the young master of the Lin family. He has seen the world and it is impossible for him to rob money." Someone shook his head.
"What is he going to do?"
“…”
Faced with all kinds of discussions and scolding, Lin Chuan did not respond, as if he did not hear it, and slowly walked towards the table in the middle of the box.
Liu Ziyun frowned slightly, picked up the teacup, but did not drink it.
The middle-aged celebrity also stared at Lin Chuan, wondering what this man was going to do.
Soon, Lin Chuan stopped in front of the table. In full view of everyone, he reached into his pocket and took out a cloth bag.
"Lin Chuan wants to place a bet!" The sharp-eyed people have already seen clearly that the cloth bag is a purse specially used to hold silver bills.
"Who does he want to bet on?"
"Don't you see he's wearing a scholar's robe? Of course he's betting on Young Master Liu Ziyun. After all, they're classmates in the same county school. Who else should we bet on if not him?"
“That makes sense!”
“…”
When the students in the county school saw this, their expressions softened. They realized they were betting on Master Liu. That was all right.
Liu Ziyun also nodded slowly, took a sip of the tea that he had been holding in his hand for a long time, and narrowed his eyes.
Lin Chuan didn't get along well with him, but he was able to bet on him at the critical moment, which really touched Liu Ziyun's heart.
And I wondered in my heart whether I should be nicer to Lin Chuan in the future.
On the other side, the middle-aged celebrity frowned slightly, but then relaxed. In his opinion, this person's bet was just giving him money, the more the better.
But I always feel a little unhappy.
In the middle of the box, next to a wooden table piled with silver bills, Lin Chuan was the center of everyone's attention. He took out two thousand taels of silver bills from his cloth bag and slapped it on the table with a "pop".
He said loudly: "I bet on myself to win the first prize of poetry, two thousand taels!"
"puff!"
Liu Ziyun spat out a mouthful of tea and stared in astonishment at Lin Chuan, who had a calm expression on his face.
A student wearing a Confucian robe opposite was sprayed all over his head and face.
