To ensure that Yang Yuanpu could understand thoroughly, Han Qian had to explain things very clearly.
Looking at Guo Rong, Song Xin all looked surprised, but Han Qian didn't feel too proud in his heart.
He knew that he was not in the eyes of Anning Palace at the moment, but as time went by, the more Yang Yuanpu trusted him, the more he would inevitably become more suspicious of Anning Palace.
Emperor Tianyou was still around, and his power was enough to deter Anning Palace from using too violent methods against the third prince Yang Yuanpu, but it did not mean that Anning Palace would have any scruples if it wanted to deal with a small fish like him around Yang Yuanpu.
Han Qian retracted his hand into the sleeves of his robe, and the letter "Epidemic Water Treatment" was still lying there quietly.
Everyone has a small dish of green salt in front of the banquet table to adjust the saltiness. Chen De reached out and picked up a handful of green salt as white as snow from the small dish in front of him, and said with emotion: "A small pinch of salt, There are so many teachings? I also said that what can your Majesty teach you by inviting Shen Yang here?"
"It's just that," Yang Yuanpu also knew that Han Qian couldn't stand out too much in front of Guo Rong and Song Xin, so he changed the subject with a smile, "However, Feng Yi has learned a gambling skill, and he boasts that he can win regardless of gambling. , I have already lost a thousand dollars to him, and I have nothing to do after the banquet, Chen De, please help me win this money from Feng Yi!"
Chen De was addicted to gambling. Even though he was entrusted by the concubine to protect Yang Yuanpu's safety, he often sneaked out to gamble at night.
Hearing what Yang Yuanpu said, Chen Decai didn't believe that Feng Yi really had the ability to win without losing, and sneered: "Listen to Feng Yi's nonsense, he is just bullying His Highness."
Feng Yi was also busy with his skills. Seeing that Chen De was not convinced, he asked the waiter to remove the leftovers from the banquet table, took out two black and white throwing chips, and explained the rules to Chen De.
"Unless your eyes can see the bets in my hand, don't brag about winning or losing." Chen De shook his head and said.
He was addicted to gambling, but there were not very generous conditions for gambling in the army, so he often made do with simple methods of betting on winning or losing. He had played this kind of black and white gambling in the army, and he understood it when Feng Yi explained it. .
"It is said that your Feng family is the money bag of Jinling City. If you bet three taels of money on each hand, how long will it take to make you, the Feng family, feel distressed?" Chen De has long heard about Feng Yi's gambling skills. Damn, I thought that there wouldn't be many opportunities to openly gamble in the Hou Mansion in the future, so I couldn't let Feng Yi off lightly this time.
No matter how bad Chen De's gambling addiction was, even if Guo Rong and Song Xin didn't stop him, he wouldn't dare to let the concubine know that he encouraged the third prince to indulge in gambling in the Hou Mansion. He thought that avenging the third prince this time would be a different matter.
"Then you are using gold as a bargaining chip!" Yang Yuanpu encouraged, as if he saw that the funeral was not afraid of the big funeral.
At that time, coins were mainly made of copper, but a small amount of gold and silver coins were also used in the palace as rewards for ministers, which were rarely seen on the streets.
As a reward from the palace this time, in addition to silk and other items, Han Qian also received twenty-four gold coins; Chen De, as the commander of the guard camp and a concubine, was one of the few "relatives" of the third prince who served in the court. , the reward they received was more than ten times that of Han Qian, Feng Yi and the others.
This kind of gold money is worth two baht per alloy, which is worth a thousand yuan.
Feng Yi didn't have much copper money with him - when a copper dropped on the ground, he didn't even bother to bend down to pick it up - he had gold money with him for squandering things like going to Wanhonglou and other places, but he did have a lot of gold cakes, and he was eager to add more. Big chips.
To be honest, this kind of gameplay is quite dull and boring, but each time you bet two to three thousand dollars, it is a big deal even in the palace, and it suddenly aroused everyone's interest; Song Xin also looked sideways.
come over.
Chen De's gambling luck was really good. He actually won 14 out of the first 20 games and won ten gold coins from Feng Yi in one fell swoop.
Chen De was also very proud. He threw a gold coin to Yang Yuanpu and laughed loudly: "Chen De helped His Highness win back the money first, and then helped His Highness take off all Feng Yi's robes!"
Han Qian noticed that Yang Yuanpu was calmly holding the gold coin in his arms, and thought to himself: Could it be that Yang Yuanpu just wanted Chen De to lose?
For game theory to be established, a sufficiently large base is required.
After a hundred rounds, Chen De didn't lose much. He drank some wine and while guessing, he couldn't help but verbally ridiculed Feng Yi for his nonsense about whether he would win or not.
This kind of gambling is boring on the one hand, but it also goes on very quickly.
At the beginning, Chen De also paid attention to watching people's words and adjusting the black and white sides of the investment, but soon he became frustrated with the loss. He rolled up his sleeves and called Han Qian. Kong Xirong helped the two of them calculate the chips, and asked Feng Yi to put the investment in first.
Do not touch the white porcelain bowl with your hands to prevent him from turning it over secretly.
In addition to carrying nearly a hundred gold coins with him, Chen De also lost all the three hundred gold coins that the third prince Yang Yuanpu lent him, causing beads of sweat to ooze from his forehead.
"Okay, Chen De, let's call it a day." Yang Yuanpu opened his mouth to end this game in which Chen De had no hope at all.
"It's still early," Chen Deshu blinked anxiously. He was not willing to just let Feng Yi go. He stretched out his hand towards Feng Yi and said, "Feng Yi, if you lend me twenty cakes of gold, I won't believe you are evil!
"
"How can you lend money to people in a casino? You go to raise money elsewhere." Feng Yi was not willing to lend money to Chen De and blocked Chen De's hand.
"Your Highness, do you still have..." Chen Dechao looked at the third prince Yang Yuanpu. At this time, he was shocked to realize that the front of the hall was eerily quiet. Looking around, except for Feng Yi who was excited about winning money, Yang Yuanpu looked young and young.
His face was as gloomy as water, Li Chong frowned angrily, Han Qian sat there calmly, while Guo Rong, Song Xin and others had smiles on their faces with ambiguous expressions...
"It's getting late, and it's time for your Highness to rest." Chen De broke into a cold sweat and stammered.
Han Qian sighed slightly in his heart, thinking of the day when Yang Yuanpu had just left the palace and entered the palace, Feng Yi told him that Kong Zhou and other generals in the army did not think highly of Chen De. Now it seems that Chen De is only one of the few concubines in the world.
My relatives served in the imperial court, but in the past few years they only served as battalion commanders in the army. Sure enough, it was not entirely due to the suppression of Anning Palace.
Han Qian secretly felt that the third prince really didn't have many cards in his hand. Chen De, the only one who could give him important responsibilities without concealment, was useless. So what kind of power the Linjiang Marquis Mansion would have in the future would be in the hands of Xinchang Marquis.
In the hands of the Mansion and Wanhonglou?
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Han Qian, Feng Yi, and Kong Xirong took their leave first and left the Hou Mansion.
"Han Qian, shall we go to the Wanhong Mansion?" Feng Yi wiped away the bad luck in the casino these days and was very interested in dragging Han Qian to spend money at the Wanhong Mansion.
"It's getting late today. Let's go another day," Han Qian said. "Otherwise, I'm afraid my father will rush him to the villa and lock him up again."
Feng Yi thought about Han Qian being sent out of the city by Han Daoxun to cultivate his character. He thought it would be better for each of them to return home. He threw a money bag in his hand to Han Qian and said, "No, this is yours."
Han Qian took the money bag and pinched it. There were no less than two hundred gold coins in it. He secretly felt that Feng Yi had kept his promise. With this unexpected fortune, the house could support three people if it had fifty or sixty people.
After five months, he asked Zhao Kuo to put it away, then he got on his purple-maned horse and galloped towards Nancheng.
When Han Qian returned home, he saw his father Han Daoxun standing in the atrium. He walked over and told his father Han Daoxun about the gambling party tonight:
"Today, His Highness left us to gather and gamble in the Marquis Mansion for fun. Not only did he win over Feng Yi, but he also warned Chen De. He also treated the child as a reward. Perhaps he really cannot be bullied."
"Living in the palace, my mind cannot be judged by ordinary people,"
Han Daoxun nodded. He also believed that living under the shadow of Anning Palace for a long time, the tough part of the third prince's character has not been destroyed. It is normal for people with stronger minds than ordinary people. He asked curiously,
"How do you know this kind of gambling?"
"I used to go to the counter shop often in Xuanzhou. I once saw a gambler using this method to leave with small wins for dozens of days. This man's expression was very determined, unlike the kid who was obsessed with this method in the past.
I secretly paid attention. After careful inspection, I found that this person had no other tricks. He just randomly picked out seven black hands out of twenty to win steadily, so he secretly wrote down this method. My father is good at planning, and I still want to find out.
I'd like to ask my father for advice." Han Qian made up an excuse and then asked the question to his father. He didn't know if the profound and profound game theory could divert his father's attention.
"..." Han Daoxun stood in the courtyard and thought for a long time, shook his head, and said, "The world is full of wonders, and even my father cannot see through its mysteries. By the way, I have already written a memorial to drive away the hungry people and sent it to Wenying Palace.
went……"
"..." Han Qian was so painful that he almost groaned, thinking that he couldn't delay it for a few days to let everyone breathe a sigh of relief?
Han Qian was complaining in his heart, but he could only say with a confident expression on his face: "Sending "Epidemic Water Treatment" to Xinchang Hou Mansion before the controversy arose, it may not get enough attention..."
"That's right." Han Daoxun nodded, but then said worriedly, "It's already midwinter, and if we delay it for a while, it will be a severe cold. I don't know how many more frozen bones will be frozen on the roadside this year!"
It hasn't snowed yet, but the wind is howling coldly.
Han Qian looked up at the dark lead-colored sky and shuddered.
Han Qian returned to his room and saw Zhao Ting'er sitting down in front of the lamp and reading a book, lost in thought. He didn't notice Zhao Ting'er returning to the house.
By the standards of a maid, she is really unqualified at all.
"Ah!" It took a while for Zhao Ting'er to notice someone beside him. He raised his head and saw Han Qian. He stood up in panic and opened his mouth to ask, "Why did you come back, young master?"
"I've been standing here for an hour," Han Qian said.
"Really?" Zhao Ting'er asked innocently. Although she was still a little thin, her eyes were beautiful and big.
"Are you that easy to deceive, or am I that easy to deceive?" Han Qian laughed.
Zhao Ting'er knew how to encourage her younger brother Zhao Wuji to join him, and she had a boldness and independence rarely seen in a country girl. At this time, she also knew that men liked the innocence she showed the most. Maybe this was her talent?
If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Laoguan's family still had roots in Taowu, and if Zhao Ting'er hadn't been only fifteen years old, Han Qian would have suspected that she came to his Han family with some other purpose than Zhao Kuo.
"..." Asked Han Qian to point it out, Zhao Ting'er's pretty face turned red with embarrassment.
Han Qian saw Zhao Ting'er's calligraphy practice notes on the desk. The handwriting was still very jerky, but he could see that Zhao Ting'er was trying very hard to write well. He looked at a few books spread out and asked, "Which books have you read?"
"I didn't dare to leave Qingyun during the day. Aunt Zhou couldn't find anyone. I waited for the young master to come back to serve me at night before I had time. I didn't expect the young master to come back so late," Zhao Ting'er said, "..."
Seeing Zhao Ting'er's beautiful eyes full of expectation, Han Qian thought of another thing. What would happen if Zhao Ting'er learned the knowledge of the dream world from the ground up?
The person in the dream, Zhai Xin, was engaged in stock investment during his lifetime, was proficient in gaming, and liked reading history. Although his mastery of other subjects was far from being proficient, even the most basic things could not be compiled into a system in a short time, but what he really wanted to teach was
Zhao Ting'er, that's enough.
"You don't have to take the female scholar exam, so what's the use of reading these books?" Han Qian kept aside the two books on Mongolian literacy, and threw the other Confucian classics that Zhao Ting'er had put on the desk back on the shelf.
"I will personally teach you arithmetic and some miscellaneous studies from now on..."
"..." Zhao Ting'er pursed her pink lips.
"Why, you also think that I am ignorant and incompetent?" Han Qian frowned.
"That's what everyone in the villa says." Zhao Ting'er said without concealing anything.
Han Qian really frowned at this time. No wonder this girl dared to be petty in front of him. He just didn't know if Zhao Wuji also had such a stereotype in his heart. If so, then Zhao Wuji's loyalty would be unbearable.
A test.
Obviously, who would be loyal to someone they despise?