Their princess, on the surface, looks like a fairy descending to earth. She should be synonymous with beauty, nobility, and elegance.
In fact, this is not the case. As a personal maid, Bi'er is very aware that Xiaoxian Zi has another attribute -
Dirty girl!
For example, Xiao Xianzi once put on men's clothes, dressed up as a young master, and then flirted with the maids like them, and even played the role of a bully.
But Bi'er also knew that few people knew about Xiaoxian Zi's "dirty female attributes", except for these maids.
Although Xiaoxian Zi enjoys their pursuit of those stinky men, those stinky men will never see her dirty female side.
In front of others, she is always noble and inviolable.
Bi'er secretly guessed that her princess would only reveal her true nature after meeting the man she likes...
While she was thinking wildly, Xiao Xianzi briefly read the rest of the poems, then threw them aside and cursed: "They are all rubbish!"
"Your Highness, who is the Shikui candidate?" Bi'er came back to her senses.
"Oh, there's no need to ask, of course it's according to the original plan." Xiao Xianzi stood up and lay lazily on the couch, supporting her head with her hands, showing off her curvy figure.
"Where is Mr. Lin Chuanlin?" Bi'er put away the poem.
There was a tacit understanding between the two masters and servants about ranking the poems.
Xiaoxian Zi is responsible for selecting the best poem, while Bi'er determines the rest of the rankings.
"He should also be chosen as the leader. Haha, two leaders, I will borrow four girls from Pinyu Pavilion later to accompany Lin Chuan." Xiaoxian Zi said lazily.
Bi'er nodded and left the boudoir holding a stack of poems.
…
In the box outside.
Su Xian was already full of wine and food, so he put down his chopsticks and concentrated on "eating melon" with Lin Chuan.
Liu Ziyun, the son of the governor, and the middle-aged celebrity were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
Su Xian once asked Lin Chuan, what is the origin of that middle-aged celebrity? How dare you confront Liu Ziyun, aren't you afraid that Liu Ziyun will wait for an opportunity to retaliate?
Lin Chuan shook his head and said he didn't know him, but judging from his words and actions, he guessed that he was from the capital of God...
In short, the fight between the two sides was in full swing, and neither could do anything to the other. And because the time was approaching to announce the candidate for Shikui, both sides stopped at the same time, stared at each other fiercely, and reached a tacit understanding——
Whoever can win the top poem is the winner.
At the same time, they also opened gambling games and placed bets.
"I'll deposit five hundred taels." Liu Ziyun ordered someone to take out five hundred taels of silver notes and place them on a wooden table in the middle of the box.
"Oh, one thousand taels!" The middle-aged celebrity directly bought a thousand taels of silver notes.
Just one thousand five hundred taels from the beginning?
The box suddenly started to boil.
Su Xian was also stunned and thought to himself: "Good guy, I don't understand the world of rich people. The day before yesterday, I was so complacent about a thousand taels, but in the end, in a random gambling game, I can get away with 500 or 1,000 taels..."
While sighing in his heart, Su Xian suddenly felt something in his heart and rubbed his fingers eagerly to try.
"Ten taels, I will take Mr. Liu to be the best poet."
"Five taels!"
"Twenty taels!"
"..."
The box became lively, and there were many people escorting Liu Ziyun.
There are also many people who are betting on that middle-aged celebrity.
The banknotes on the table in the middle of the box are close to two thousand!
"Another thousand taels!" Liu Ziyun gritted his teeth secretly, but looked calm on the surface.
"Me and Qian Liang!" The middle-aged celebrity showed no sign of weakness.
But then the two of them maintained a tacit understanding and did not continue to bet money.
Liu Ziyun bet one thousand five hundred taels, and the middle-aged celebrity bet two thousand taels, which has almost reached their limit.
Naturally, it is impossible for the wealth they hold in their hands to be this small, but it is not advisable to stake all their wealth for the sake of a fight of will.
Others followed suit and deposited some more.
At this point, Su Xian estimated that the banknotes on the table were worth four thousand taels.
Four thousand taels!
Su Xian's heart was pounding.
He was very confident in the poem he secretly handed to Lin Chuan, and had a 90% chance of being named the leader.
Want to take a gamble?
The opportunity must never come again. 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 will advance you a thousand taels first. I believe that Brother Su's poetic talent will not disappoint anyone. Well, since Brother Su Since everyone has joined, I naturally can’t just sit back and watch, so I’ll also bet a thousand taels of myself!”
Su Xian had no money and no money at all, but he and Lin Chuan both firmly believed that Su Xian would soon receive a windfall of one thousand taels——
Won Shikui's subsidiary reward.
Su Xian's idea was to use the one thousand taels to make a bet. Of course, Lin Chuan would pay in advance.
So, in the tense box, where everyone kept quiet and waited for the result, Lin Chuan suddenly stood up and slowly walked towards the table in the middle.
Uh-huh!
Everyone turned to look at Lin Chuan with different expressions.
Lin Chuan was wearing a white Confucian shirt, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was a student from the county school.
"Linchuan? What are you doing? Get out of here!" Beside Liu Ziyun, a scholar in Confucian robes scolded him coldly.
"Get out of here quickly, don't embarrass the county school, don't embarrass Mr. Liu!" Another classmate shouted loudly.
"What is this man going to do?" The other celebrities, businessmen, etc. also looked curious.
"Could it be that after seeing so many banknotes, I became malicious and wanted to rob him?" someone speculated.
"Impossible. I recognize that this is the young master of the Lin family. He has seen the world and it is impossible to steal money." Someone shook his head.
"Then what is he going to do?"
"..."
Faced with all kinds of comments and scoldings, Lin Chuan didn't respond, as if he didn't hear anything, and slowly walked towards the table in the middle of the box.
Liu Ziyun frowned slightly and picked up the tea cup, 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 put his hand into his pocket and took out a cloth bag.
"Linchuan wants to place a bet!" People with sharp eyes have already seen clearly that the cloth bag is a money bag, specially used to hold banknotes.
"Who does he want to imprison?"
"Didn't you see that he is wearing a Confucian shirt? Naturally, he is Liu Ziyun and Mr. Liu. After all, they are classmates in the same county school. If not him, who will be detained?"
"That makes sense!"
"..."
Seeing this, all the classmates from the county school couldn't help but soften their expressions. It turned out that they had been doing it for a long time just to bet on Mr. Liu, so it's okay.
Liu Ziyun also nodded slowly, took a sip of tea that he had held in his hand for a long time, and narrowed his eyes.
Lin Chuan didn't deal with him very much, but he was able to bet on him at the critical moment, which really touched Liu Ziyun's heart.
And he was thinking in his heart, should he 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 to give him money, and the more the merrier.
But I still felt a little unhappy.
In the middle of the box, next to the wooden table piled with silver notes, Lin Chuan attracted everyone's attention. He took out two thousand taels of silver notes from the cloth bag and slapped it on the table with a "snap".
And he said loudly: "I bet on myself to win the top poetry prize, two thousand taels!"
"puff!"
Liu Ziyun squirted out a sip of tea and stared at Lin Chuan who looked calm in shock.
Opposite there was a student wearing a Confucian shirt who was sprayed all over his face.
