How much money was spent in the gambling game, and how big the difference was between Su Wenqing and Su Wenqing, can only be found out by doing some calculations.
The total accumulated gambling capital from the gambling game is more than ten million taels. After deducting the two layers of taxes paid to Tangling's treasury, there are still more than eight million taels. This amount of money has been Dongling's total income of the treasury for several years. The amount is truly huge.
It’s so hard to count the number of people.
Erasing the few hundred thousand taels does not count, even if it is eight million taels, take away 10% of the 720,000 taels used to support poor people, and then deduct the half of the 720,000 taels that Feng Qingchen and Su Wenqing can get.
The amount of silver was 360,000 taels, which was a difference of 6.92 million taels for Su Wenqing.
Of course, Su Wenqing didn't have half a penny on hand. The Su family's shop could raise two million taels. Su Wenqing's real shortfall was about five million taels.
You said five million taels is not much, so Feng Qingchen can just sell a few thousand boxes of anti-fetal medicines, but the prerequisite is that you have anti-fetal medicines to sell and have such a big market.
Five million taels of silver is not something you can worry about in the blink of an eye. With the power of Beiling, a country cannot worry about so much money in a short time.
Besides, besides Feng Qingchen, who else in this world can do such business without capital and earn money without capital? It is not without reason that Su Wenqing has a headache over money...
On the day of the competition, everyone was very nervous. From the housekeeper to the wife sweeping the floor, everyone in Feng Mansion cheered for her when they saw Feng Qingchen. It was not because they had invested so much money and wanted to make money, but because they were servants of Feng Mansion.
, of course they hope Feng Qingchen wins.
"Girl, you will definitely win." This is what Chun Hue and Qiu Hua said when they got up in the morning.
"Miss, we believe you." This is what Tong Jue and Tong Yao said when they went to check on the secret guard maid and Yun Xiao.
"Feng Qingchen, don't be too embarrassed." This is what Yun Xiao said while lying on the hospital bed.
"Feng Qingchen, oh no, Master, you must not lose, otherwise I can't afford to lose this person." These were the original words of the master of Xuanyi Valley.
The housekeeper was afraid that Feng Qingchen would be nervous, so he only said one sentence when Feng Qingchen went out: "Girl, just do your best, we will wait for you to come back."
That means making it clear and waiting for Feng Qingchen to come back to celebrate.
It’s no wonder that everyone thinks so highly of Feng Qingchen, it’s actually Feng Qingchen’s good riding skills that have been proven through practice.
Although the news about horse training in the animal garden has not spread throughout the Kyushu continent, anyone with a little knowledge of Dongling Imperial City knows that after all, the emperor is eager to spread this kind of thing to gain his own face and destroy the prestige of other countries.
It is a pity that the breeding of the horse won by Feng Qingchen was not successful, otherwise the emperor would have made officials work harder to publicize the matter.
In response to everyone's expectations, Feng Qingchen only smiled and looked indifferent. To her, winning or losing was the same thing. It was best to win, and it didn't matter if she lost. She was not from the Su family, and she would be afraid of her family if she lost.
A woman can't get married, no matter what, she can't get married.
Drawing on the lesson from the last time he was tricked in the palace and his clothes torn apart at the racecourse, Feng Qingchen's riding clothes were made of fabric found by Su Wenqing, the style specified by Feng Qingchen, spring painting, autumn painting, summer band,
The four maids of Dongqing sewed it with their own hands, and Tong Jue and Tong Yao's practice proved that it can definitely withstand the bumps and gravity of the carriage.
Wearing black riding clothes, golden riding boots, and stiff material, she looks handsome and handsome. She doesn't look like a girl going to a horse race, but like a soldier going to the battlefield.
There was no publicity of red, no tranquility of blue. The black riding clothes worn on Feng Qingchen exuded a mysterious atmosphere. Wang Jinling had always known that Feng Qingchen was very dazzling. Apart from the initial surprise, he quickly came back to his senses.
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He took the riding whip from the servant and handed it to Feng Qingchen, smiling slightly: "The horse is done."
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen took the riding whip generously. Seeing Wang Jinling's riding attire and the white horse beside him, he knew that Wang Jinling would also go to the racecourse of the Animal Garden, so he took the initiative to invite him: "Let's race for a while first.
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It is necessary to warm up before the game. Feng Qingchen does not think that those people will let her warm up when she arrives at the racecourse.
"Okay." Wang Jinling did not refuse. He chose to ride a horse instead of a carriage today because he wanted to have a run with Feng Qingchen.
"Then let's get started."
Feng Qingchen was dressed in black, and her horse was also black. Wang Jinling was completely opposite to Feng Qingchen, sitting on a white horse, more elegant than the prince.
Although the person riding the white horse is not a prince, he is definitely rich and handsome, Feng Qingchen secretly praised.
Wang Jinling is the most suitable man she has ever seen wearing white clothes. He shows the cleanliness and elegance of white to the fullest. It is easy for people to fall in love with him and put down their guard. It is not known whether it is a blessing or a misfortune for the Wang family to have such a head.
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"drive!"
Feng Qingchen ran away first, and Wang Jinling followed him unhurriedly. Although they said it was a horse race, neither of them took winning or losing seriously, because... if we really get serious, Feng Qingchen may not be Wang Jinling's opponent, and Wang Jinling
He doesn't know how to train horses, but that doesn't mean his riding skills are any worse than Feng Qingchen's.
Soon the two of them were walking side by side, the wind whistling past their ears. At this time, no one spoke, and even if they spoke, they could not be heard clearly, but they looked at each other and smiled from time to time.
The laughter was hearty and bright. Neither Feng Qingchen nor Wang Jinling had much time to run wildly like this.
Soon the two of them arrived at the racecourse of the Beast Garden. Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen didn't say much. They went their separate ways in a tacit understanding. Feng Qingchen walked towards the racecourse, while Wang Jinling handed the horse to the servant and walked towards him.
Go to the viewing platform.
I don't know whether it was because of the last competition or because the emperor was too bored. The emperor personally hosted the last competition and brought many concubines over. Of course, they could only watch from behind a screen.
Today, those who can enter the racecourse are not simple people. Those who can have a seat in the racecourse are all figures who can make the officialdom tremble with just a stamp of Dongling's feet.
When Feng Qingchen arrived at the racecourse, Su Rou had already arrived. It wasn't that Feng Qingchen was late, but that Su Rou was early.
Su Rou changed her previous weak look and wore a red riding outfit. Her whole body was as bright as fire, making people unable to take their eyes away, and the smile on her face was as bright as a blooming flower.
Feng Qingchen's good mood disappeared when she saw Su Rou's dress and the whip in her hand. Facing Su Rou's bright smile, Feng Qingchen responded with a smile of unknown meaning.
Laugh, laugh as much as you want, and soon you won't be able to laugh anymore, just like you will soon be unable to wear red clothes.
"Long live your Majesty, long live the Nine Emperors, the King of Zhou, and the King of Qing." The Queen was not present, so Feng Qingchen only had to salute these princes. As for Nanling Jinxing, Feng Qingchen did not salute.
Intend.
Everyone in Dongling knew that she was Nanling Jinxing's god-sister. Even if she knelt down for Nanling Jinxing, Nanling Jinxing would not dare to accept it. It was better to fool her and forget it. No one would care anyway.
"No courtesy." The emperor's voice was low and majestic. There was no hint of happiness or anger, which made people feel uneasy.
Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was so nervous that he didn't care about the emperor's thoughts at all. He just stood up quietly and listened to the emperor's admonishment...