I cursed angrily in my heart: You scum, you stinking scum, when you return to Ling Mansion, you will be finished!
"Luo'er, look, they all say you are my wife." Under Ling Luo's murderous gaze, Xuanyuan Yu still smiled and behaved well.
Ling Luo still wanted to scold him, but at this time, the beautiful person in charge of the stone betting ground started to speak: "The bets have been placed, let's start cutting the stones."
The entire venue fell silent, and countless scorching eyes were focused on the sharp stone-cutting knife.
He raised the knife and lowered it, and the baby-shaped bluestone, which was half a man's height, was cut in half from the center.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and a fist-sized hollow in the center revealed stone, and it was still stone.
"How is that possible?!"
"That little girl really hit the mark!"
"Did you make a mistake? I bet a hundred taels of silver, and now I lost everything!"
…
There were exclamations one after another from the crowd, as well as the wails of the gamblers who had lost miserably.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips. Her mental perception was indeed pretty good.
"Luo'er, you are really amazing!" Xuanyuan Yu was very happy after winning money, "I knew you could do it."
When those people who had ridiculed Ling Luo before saw this, they all frowned and glared over in displeasure.
"It's just a matter of luck. What's the air?" The first person to make sarcastic remarks was the handsome young man dressed as a scholar.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the beautiful person in charge wearing red plum white gauze standing next to the sandalwood pear table, coming to comfort her and said: "Yu Qishao, don't be angry, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence."
Yu Qishao?
The most romantic young man in Yingyang Imperial Capital, Yu Zian?
Ling Luo stared at Yu Zian specifically for a few times. Yu Mingshen's youngest son was very proficient in poetry and songs. He liked to hang out in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion and talk about romance with the women in the street.
"Hmph, I am so generous. How can I be as knowledgeable as an ignorant commoner like this?" Yu Qishao proudly took out a folding fan from his sleeve, opened it in a pretentious manner, and gently fanned the wind.
The slightly raised corners of his eyes were full of the pride of a playboy, but when he turned his head and saw Ling Luo's appearance clearly, his expression suddenly dropped.
"Why are you?" Yu Zian looked at Ling Luo with a look of displeasure, "That third lady of the Ling family who got so lucky?"
Got some shit luck?
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, expressing his dissatisfaction with this word.
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold expression on his face, and said unceremoniously: "Yu Qishao is really joking, Luo'er defeated many challengers and became the most talented person in the Ling family's generation.
, you claim to be a scholar, how can you use such vulgar words? "
Yu Zian's displeased eyes moved to Xuanyuan Yu, and he snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "Who are you, and why do you talk to me in this tone?"
The coldness in Xuanyuan Yu's eyes deepened, and he said: "Thing? Haha, at least I can crush you to death with one hand now."
"How presumptuous! This young master is a seventh-level warrior with amazing talent and beauty..."
Before Yu Zian finished his boastful words, he heard the beautiful person in charge beside him approaching and whispering: "Seventh Young Master, that man I have seen before is the beggar who defeated His Highness the Crown Prince in one move.
"
Yu Zian's mouth was half open, his voice suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face suddenly stiffened, which was very funny.