In addition to Cheng Ye, Ma Wuchang's best friends, all the talents and old birds in the audience were intoxicated in an atmosphere of both surprise and excitement.
Even Bai Su and Youlan, who were discussing fiercely how to give birth to a baby, hugged each other's soft waists, excited, and dancing with their hands.
Such a big opening and fall, a desperate situation, and a wonderful and extraordinary scheduling, after watching it, it is amazing.
Chess is like life!
When the mountains and rivers are over, there are dark and bright flowers. If life can be so exciting, it will be a waste of time to go around the world.
Only when Hong Xing and Shi Yue have the prophet's wisdom can they maintain their elegance and calmness!
In fact, in Zeng Tong's thinking scheduling, the first 236 steps are correct, and there is no miss, which can also reflect his profound skills.
Although Hongxing smiled sweetly at that time, she was calm and fearful in her heart.
Therefore, when Zeng Tong took the wrong move at the critical step of Step 237, Hong Xing was stunned by the surprise.
This also made Hongxing finally let go of her uneasy heart.
Hongxing smiled very gently, elegantly, and fair little face, which was a faint blush because of excitement.
The delicate skin was blown to pieces, and the dark and melodious eyes flashed, emitting a lively light.
Coupled with the temptation of the uniform with white shirt and black stockings, people feel the elegant charm in the bones of the red apricot in all aspects.
Hongxing smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and said to Zeng: "Young Master, please, it's your turn..."
"Is it my turn?"
Zeng Shan finally returned from extreme shock. Listening to the laughter of the talented men below, Zeng Shan's mind was buzzing like thunder.
Holding a chess piece in his hand, he looked up at the chessboard and was stunned!
He could see clearly that this was a situation where he could not die any more. No matter how he went, he could not escape the ending of losing.
Zeng Tong closed his eyes helplessly...
Zhu Chao sprained his ankle. Although it was very painful, his excitement was uncontrollable. He limped down from the second floor and headed straight for Zeng Tong.
When Zhu Yan saw this, she hurried over, carried her father on her back, and rushed to the platform.
Zhu Chao's face was filled with old pleats, bursting with laughter, and said to Zeng Tong: "Young Master Zeng, are you leaving? Why don't you leave? Are you talented? Are you breaking the deadlock like watching the patterns on your palm? Why don't you leave? Could it be... Could it be that you are also exhausted?"
"I...I'm a poor skill?"
Faced with Zhu Chao's ridicule, he returned as sharp as a knife and pierced into his heart. The pure pain almost broke Zeng Tong's heart.
The low-key Chen Sifan also came over and vented the anger in Zeng Tong's heart, "Young Master Zeng, it's not scary to have poor skills. People are more likely to know themselves."
"Young Master Zeng just boasted about Haikou. Breaking this game is like watching patterns on your palm, belittled us. Now, Young Master Zeng is killed by Hong Xing and lost a lot. What do you say about the bold words at the beginning? How do you explain to the talents?"
"This...this..." Zeng Tong could not bear Chen Sifan's backlash words. Sweat on his forehead flowed down like rain, and his eyes swept across the dark crowd, wanting Cheng Ye to rescue him.
However, after searching for a while, Cheng Ye was not found. However, Ma Wuchang and others staggered and stood aside without leaving.
Before Zeng Tong could digest those verbal and verbal...
Old Geng came over and sneered, "What are you anxious about? People are not sages, who doesn't make any mistakes? And Mr. Zeng said it just now, it's hard to get rid of the reputation."
"Although Mr. Zeng is the top scorer, who doesn't know that his father Zeng Shan was the chief examiner at that time? Hehe... I am the chief examiner and my son is the top scorer. The imperial examination was prepared for you, the Zeng father and son, haha... Interesting, interesting..."
Old Gengtou had an objection to Zeng Tong. Now Zeng Tong lost, and Old Gengtou also lost all the books in his study to Bai Mochou. How could he not feel resentful?
So as soon as he opened his mouth, he was a deceptive and heart-wrenching word, tricky and cruel.
On the contrary, Bai Mochou was still sitting peacefully on the chair on the corner of the second floor, and was extremely calm and kept silently reciting: "If you are not calm, you will feel ache! Hehe... What a way to deal with the world, interesting! Interesting..."
As soon as Lao Gengtou said his tricky words, it immediately caused a big wave of inspiration.
"Yes! Zeng Tong, the top scholar, is famous but not real. It turns out to be an embroidered pillow..."
"The hundred households named Shi Yue have already named them. Now Geng says this again. It seems that there must be something tricky about it."
"There are certain tricks. If you close your eyes and think with your toes, you can understand the disadvantages..."
Zeng Tong dared not refute, afraid of pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, so he couldn't do it well, so he pulled his father down with this heart-killing words.
However, his six consciousnesses were surprisingly developed at this moment. He watched the expressions of talented men gathering together to attack strangers, and listened to their nonsense malicious slander and speculation, and felt extremely disappointed.
Zeng Tong only smiled bitterly at this moment!
What is Yang famous all over the world, and you will be more beautiful than you?
At this moment, all the fantasies collapsed, leaving no hope.
The sneering and questioning of the talents, like a sharp sword with blood-threshing throat, piercing me in one stroke, but I was tied to a cold stone wall like a clown, unable to move, and could only wait to be penetrated by the ten thousand swords.
Suddenly, Zeng Tong's eyes turned dark, as if they had fallen into the endless darkness and fell into the dirty quagmire.
Countless green-faced and fangs surrounded him from all directions, brutally tearing his arms, thighs, and head.
"Haha... The top scholar was defeated from the altar..."
"Zhuangyuanlang's meat is delicious!"
"No! Don't..." Zeng Tong shouted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the ground!
Ma Wuchang did not retreat, bravely took on the burden of his younger brother, covered his head and rushed into the noisy crowd, connecting Zeng, and escaped in awkwardly amid the ridicule of the talents.
The dozen or so old birds all laughed. Although Zhu Chao tilted his ankle and Old Man Geng lost the bet, he felt very comfortable to appreciate Zeng Tong's miserable scene.
Bai Mochou walked downstairs with a smile, patted Shi Yue on the shoulder, and laughed and said, "Okay! Good job, with my style back then. As the saying goes: The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave..."
Shi Yuebu rushed to the scene and said, "The previous wave died on the beach!"
puff……
Bai Mochou sprayed out a mouthful of fragrant tea and pointed at Shi Yue's nose: "I'm happy today, I won't care about you."
Turning around, he went to celebrate with the old birds in anger.
It is rare for a group of old birds to come to the Wee Pavilion once. If they don’t get any benefits, wouldn’t they offend the nobles?
After receiving Shi Yue's advice, Hongxing led these old birds to the private room on the third floor, regardless of how humble the old birds were.
She prepared a table of Yazhai and various exquisite snacks, and attracted a few well-behaved and beautiful kiln sisters to accompany them to chat.
The old birds and Bai Mochou haven't been together for a long time to talk about life. Today, there is such a good opportunity. Of course, they should not return without getting drunk...