Seeing that the plan was successful, Youlan covered her mouth and giggled: "Since Mr. Ma has bet on gambling funds, Mr. Ma will naturally take it first. The little girl has to see how Mr. Ma killed everyone!"
Ma Wuchang was shocked by his sudden actions: Is his head dizzy?
How can I take action be worth one thousand taels of silver?
If there is a mistake and the chess game is not cracked, what should I do?
He quietly looked into his pocket again, but after searching, his face turned green.
Because he suddenly realized that the five silver bills of 1,000 taels he brought in his pocket were left? However, he had only just been removed from one silver bill by Hong Xinghei and then plagued another silver bill for gambling funds. There should be three in his pocket?
Now there is only one silver note left, so... where did the other two silver notes go?
Could it be that it was lost?
Why!
Ma Wuchang's face turned pale and stomped his feet hard, but he couldn't remember how he threw it away. He hurriedly ran out, wanting to look for it where he was standing just now.
The talents looked at Ma Wuchang so anxiously that they scratched their heads and ran out like a broken monkey, and all smiled in surprise.
Hongxing hurriedly shouted: "Where are you going to Mr. Ma? If you go out at this time, if you want to come in again, you will need to spend a thousand taels of silver. You have to think clearly..."
Ma Wuchang happened to step out of the door with a big foot!
Hearing Hong Xing'er's very unreasonable words, he hurriedly held the door frame firmly with both hands and forced himself to close his figure, but he ran fast and had a lot of force.
With a clang, he fell to the threshold.
All the talents looked at Ma Wuchang's embarrassing look and all laughed out loud, their eyes full of doubts: This kid is rash, what kind of treasure will he play in the world?
Ma Wuchang had an indescribable bitter smile on his face, and his pockish face made him look even more ugly!
He frowned and thought deeply, measuring whether he should go out to search for the silver notes. He thought that he would take this step and another thousand taels of silver notes were taken out of his clothes in vain.
I also thought that even if the silver bill was left outside, it would not have been blown away by the strong wind or picked up by the shameless lucky ones.
Anyway, no matter how you think about it, the silver notes will definitely not lie there obediently, waiting for you to put the silver notes back into your sleeves.
Ma Wuchang is still very smart.
Although he could not calculate the lost silver bill and was tampered with by the beauty Youlan, he finally figured out a meaning: this silver bill is not his own thing after all...
After understanding this relationship, although Ma Wuchang felt sore in his heart, he still returned to the hall with awkward smile.
In the whole scene, there were only Youlan and Shi Yue, the evil master and servant, who knew the three flavors!
Youlan pouted and said in a narrow voice: "Mr. Ma, go and untidy the scheduling! As long as you can untidy it, you will be well developed..."
"Not only has talent and reputation, but also has a wealth of money. Isn't this the best of both worlds? Hehe... you should hurry up and play chess! This little book boy wants to see how you 'show your face'."
When talking about roaming, Ma Wuchang's lost mood became excited again.
What is it to lose a few thousand taels of silver?
As long as you get the scheduling and get Li Xianyu's self-portrait, you will make a lot of money after all...
Ma Wuchang walked up to the high platform excitedly and smiled proudly at the talents: "Scholars, let's see how I, Ma Wuchang, interpreted a wonderful scheduling.
Shh!
The talents were booing again, waiting to see his good show...
Hongxing took the nine hundred taels of silver notes again and put them on the table to make up for them. Then she stood in front of the chessboard again and said softly to Ma Wuchang: "Young Master Ma, please hold Hong first!"
In fact, it proved that Ma Wuchang's wonderful performance had already ended before he performed...
Half awesome, always like this one is less than half a bottle to visit!
Ma Wuchang thought clearly in the audience that as long as he held the red and played the black chess three times in a row, the black chess would definitely die.
But here’s the beauty of scheduling!
Often, when the mountains and rivers are over, there is a chance of darkness and brightness.
When Ma Wuchang was about to enter the third part, he looked excited, raised his arms and danced: "I won! I won! Li Xianyu's self-portrait is mine..."
Shh!
The reactions of the talents were not surprise, but what they gave to Ma Wuchang was wanton ridicule and endless rolling eyes!
Deep in my heart, a voice of contempt rose: Is this kid's head funny? Could it be a pool of paste inside?
Ma Wuchang pointed to the noses of the talents and snorted: "What are you swearing? Why don't you applaud? Are you jealous of this young master who solved the scheduling and took the portrait? You are unhappy? Hum... The villain's successful face, I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
Ha ha……
The talents applauded and started to drink.
Ma Wuchang still didn't realize it, shaking the folding fan with satisfaction, and said proudly: "This is almost the same. Finally, you know the current affairs..."
Hongxing held back her smile, her cheeks were so hot that it felt very uncomfortable!
But Hongxing still said gently: "Mr. Ma, have you been neglected? Hongxinger has a clever trick."
Hong Xing picked up a small pawn on the black chess and moved it magically, just killing and killing. Not only did it eliminate Hong Fang's murderous intent, but it also sharply controlled the "old coach" of Hong Fang.
Moreover, it happens to be a dead general!
"Ma Junior Ma, Hei Qi won..." Hong Xing looked at Ma Wuchang's perverse face, but felt that he was pitiful like a clown.
ah?
Is this a trick?
Ma Wuchang watched the tricks of red apricot walking in the sky, and his mouth was laughing loudly, and he could no longer close.
He grew up with his mouth so exaggeratedly, with his back teeth exposed, and stared at the chessboard.
a long time!
Ma Wuchang just came back from his extreme shock, slapped his thigh hard, grinning like a shrew, "Oh...my mother..."
The response to him was still the ridicule of the talents.
"Mr. Ma, don't yell, how abrupt, in front of all the talents?"
Hong Xing still suppressed the pity and contempt in her heart, and gently comforted her: "Will you go back and have a rest, think clearly, and play chess again, isn't it good?"
Silver notes!
My silver notes!
Ma Wuchang then remembered that his 1,000 taels of silver bill was wasted in vain: Damn, losing money and losing reputation, this game of chess is really a loss.
Ma Wuchang took advantage of the fact that Hong Xing was not paying attention and ran away quickly to grab the silver bill.
At this time, he had decided that no matter whether it was acting cute, cheating, or whatever, he would never let go of the money, even though it was a big drop.
Hongxing understood Ma Wuchang's bad thoughts and hurriedly followed behind, trying to warn him not to break the rules.
But how could he catch up with the hysterical Ma Wuchang?
Just as Ma Wuchang's arm was about to grab the silver note, Youlan's little hand shook gently, and a foreshadow flew out without a trace, piercing Ma Wuchang's ankle.
Ouch!
thump……
Ma Wuchang failed and fell under the table. The big bag on his head was broken again, and blood gushed out.
Hongxing then caught up and held the silver note tightly in her hand.
A layer of frost floated on his charming face, pointing at Ma Wuchang, and said angrily: "Young Master Ma, you... you bully people, you are doing a villain..."