Many people discovered that the pot thrower in the field was a woman.
Because of the previous fighting spirit and the long gap, many people subconsciously noticed the sound of the fou beating.
A girl to be exact.
Although she is tall and wears a curtain to cover her face, she is obviously a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
Many people looked surprised.
This surprise is not because I think women are inferior to men.
In fact, women have nothing to do in the boudoir. They don't need to spend a lot of time studying like men. Instead, they can play more skillfully in games such as throwing pots.
It's just that he rarely ends up in Jinyun Tower. It's not because he shows up in public, but because he is betted on in public.
It always looks bad when a girl's family is judged based on money.
Of course, there are many thick-skinned people in this world, either for fame or profit. If men can do this, women can do it, too.
"I wonder how skilled this girl is."
"Since you dare to stand up and face the consequences, you must have some skills."
"This year is quite interesting. First, there are young people who are fighting, and then there are girls. Spring is coming in March, and everyone is full of energy."
After hearing the discussion of his companions, Ning Yunzhao just smiled, lowered his head and continued to make tea, never looking out the window.
Yes, it's good for young people to be energetic, but it has nothing to do with him and he doesn't care.
If it were that girl, would it be like this?
Ning Yunzhao scooped out the small camellia flowers in the bowl with smooth movements in his hands.
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This should not be arranged by Lin Jin'er, right?
But maybe, girls can stimulate Jun Zhenzhen more.
Ning Yunyan thought about it and looked up. The window was blocked by several girls. She was about to ask them to get out of the way when a girl turned back in horror.
"Look, look, this person, this person seems to be Jun Zhenzhen." She stammered.
Jun Zhenzhen?
Ning Yunyan was stunned.
No way?
Next door, Fang Jinxiu was tapping the table impatiently and looking at Jin Chuan who rushed back.
"Miss Third, where did the young mistress go? Why didn't you follow?" Jin Chuan asked in a trembling voice.
"She won't let me follow, how dare I follow." Fang Jinxiu said casually.
"What about Yin Bao? Third Miss, did you call Yin Bao away?" Jin Chuan asked with a white face.
Fang Jinxiu hummed and didn't want to pay attention to the girl anymore. When she heard the sound of the fou being beaten, she looked out.
She actually didn't care who ended up, but the location of this room was excellent, and she could see the woman standing in the room at a glance.
The woman was wearing moon-white clothes, with a graceful figure and a curtain hat on her head.
Although the hanging tulle obscured her face, Fang Jinxiu recognized who she was at a glance.
"Oh my mother!" she blurted out, "can't you?"
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No matter how many people were surprised, the well-informed Si She's expression remained the same.
"Miss, where do you want to start?" he asked with a smile.
Miss Jun looked at Zhuya beside her.
"I didn't see much just now." She said, "How do you play? Chinese system or new system?"
Si She smiled.
"We have no control here," he said. "Miss, just tell us what you want to do, and everyone will consider the bets."
Miss Jun stretched out her hand and twisted a bamboo arrow
"I'm asking about vectors or forms," she said.
Si She was stunned for a moment.
"What if the discussion of postures starts with one hundred and thirty-two postures, or forty postures, or twenty-four postures? What if the analysis of arrows only ends with the completion of twelve arrows?" Miss Jun said seriously.
Si She was stunned.
This is a strange question. When it comes to discussing postures, little girl, are you planning to do all the 132 postures?
Miss Jun nodded.
"I happen to know a little more about hut," she said, looking modest even though the veil obscured her description.
I understand a little bit, but Si She doesn't know what to say.
Little girl, do you know that knowing and being able to do many things are two different things?
There were a lot of ignorant children here today, and just now there was news that the superiors were not very happy.
"There are no system restrictions." Si She said gently, "Until you miss, miss."
"That's so embarrassing." Miss Jun said.
What are you embarrassed about? Are you embarrassed that you keep winning money?
Si She was speechless.
"What's your first choice, miss?" He asked directly without continuing the child's ignorant conversation.
"Then let's start from the simplest beginning." Miss Jun said.
"There is a beginning in mind."
The music stopped and Si She sent the sound out.
"She is a girl after all. Since she has ended up, we can't let her lose face."
Ning Yunzhao heard his companion say, and reported a reasonable and reasonable deposit of twenty taels. It was obvious that most people thought so, and elegance should be treated more favorably.
The sound of betting came and went, sweeping away the deserted atmosphere just now. It was elegant and cheerful, until a voice sounded.
"Nineteen noble men pledge one hundred taels."
No way, here we go again.
The sound of placing bets became stagnant for a moment, while laughter erupted from Ning Yunyan's box.
There is someone else in Box Nine, and it must be Lin Jin'er.
The girls present all laughed.
Ning Yunyan stood by the window and sneered as she looked at Jun Zhenzhen standing in the field.
"It seems that I have lost miserably, and I have to play in person." She said, "This is better, double compensation, and you will lose more and faster."
Zuo Yanzhi bit her lower lip bitterly.
"One..." she said to the girl.
Ning Yunyan stopped her.
"No," she said, "Twelve."
Twelve?
The girls all looked at her with surprised expressions.
"What can she lose at ten taels?" Zuo Yanzhi asked anxiously.
Ning Yunyan smiled.
"One ten taels is nothing to lose, ten ten taels, twenty ten taels is a lot." She said, looking at Zuo Yanzhi, "Let's keep the water flowing smoothly and not scare Jun Zhenzhen and the others.
It’s no fun if you don’t have to play.”
She waved her hand to the girl, who hurriedly walked out and reported her name to the waiter outside.
Sure enough, when the number of bets was announced, there was a pause outside for a moment, and bets were placed one after another.
In the end, girls were given preferential treatment and received much more bets than the boys who were in the lowest class before.
"I wish Miss Jun good luck." Si She said with a smile, indicating that Miss Jun could start.
"This time is different from that time." Miss Jun said, correcting Si She seriously, "It's not luck, it's fairness."
That time? Which time?
Si She was puzzled and did not ask, because he saw that the young lady grabbed all twelve bamboo arrows.
Generally, everyone only comes to pick up the second one after throwing one. Firstly, holding too many bamboo arrows in the hand affects the throwing. Secondly, no one can guarantee that he will hit the target with one shot - even if he is confident, he is embarrassed to show it.
, elegant things, showing off too much is out of style.
I'm still younger and more open-minded.
Si She sighed and stepped aside without saying anything. He watched the young lady pick up a bamboo arrow, raised her hand and waved it gently.
There was a soft snap.
The bamboo arrow fell into the iron pot, swung twice and then stabilized.
"Hit!" Si She said loudly with a smile, raising his hand to touch his palm.
There was applause from all around, but at this moment, Miss Jun once again picked up a bamboo arrow and raised her hand.
There was a soft snap.
Huh? I haven’t placed my bet on the next game yet.
Si She was slightly startled, but before he could recover, Miss Jun's hands were already raised one after another.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
The sound was heard one after another, like a silver vase being broken, or a pearl falling from a jade plate.
In fact, the sound of the bamboo arrow falling into the iron kettle was not that loud, but as she threw the bamboo arrows one after another, the music in the hall seemed to disappear.
"What's going on? Why haven't you reported it yet? Is it just one scene?" People in the box who didn't care at first asked casually.
This thing is indeed a bit strange. People near the window looked out and saw the girl's empty hands.
This is not surprising, as if you throw it in, your hands will naturally be empty.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the iron kettle.
This slender iron kettle with a diameter of three inches contains more than just a bamboo arrow.