Chapter 63 Qingbao helps her second uncle win back his wife's dowry
"Oh my, who was just saying they were going to retire from the entertainment industry? How come they're back now?"
The young master, who was leisurely reclining on the chair, kicked aside the young master next to him and stood up to look at Si Ye.
"Could it be that they knew Young Master Li had some new information and went back to eavesdrop?" a lackey said disdainfully.
The Minister's family were high-ranking officials, and they were the ones who knew the most important news in the court.
The reason they always came to fight crickets with Li Shaoyue was to deliberately lose money to him, hoping to make him happy so they could exchange it for information that would benefit their families.
This substitution tactic is already an open secret among everyone.
Only Si Ye was serious; he wouldn't listen to reason and insisted on having a showdown with Li Shaoyue.
"I don't need your information. I'm just here to have a match with you." There was no trace of self-interest in Si Ye's eyes.
The only thing that matters is the competitive spirit of who can win in a cricket fight.
Li Shaoyue smiled and pointed to the little boy beside him, "Is this the helper you invited?"
Those around Qingbao burst out laughing upon seeing her.
"It would be one thing if you brought a powerful cricket, but what's the point of bringing a tiny one?"
"Was she the cricket you brought? Was she the one who went up and fought with Young Master Li's chicken feathers?"
"That's hilarious. She looks so cute and adorable. When Young Master Li's chicken feathers come out, they'll definitely scare her to tears."
Some people even think Qingbao is cute and want to pinch her cheeks.
Qingbao snorted and turned her head away, "No pinching allowed."
You're so bold, daring to mold a little judge!
“She’s not a little cricket, she’s my niece, and she wants to have a cricket fight with you,” Si Ye said earnestly.
A burst of inhumanly extravagant laughter erupted on the spot.
"Hahaha, Si Ye, have you lost your mind? You, an adult, have repeatedly lost to Young Master Li, and you actually called on a three-year-old to fight? Do you think Young Master Li will let a child win?"
"That's right. It would be fine if the girl next to you was there to help you, but your helper is actually a child."
"If you make her cry, who will comfort her then!"
The laughter grew increasingly louder, all of them laughing at Si Ye's idiocy and Qing Bao's adorable clumsiness.
Qingbao frowned slightly. "What are you laughing at?"
There was a moment of silence, then the laughter grew even louder, with some people even pounding their fists on the table, laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces.
This is hilarious! This kid is so funny!
Li Shaoyue was amused and asked, "Are you serious?"
“Very serious. Tell me, how much do you want to bet?” Qingbao’s small face was full of seriousness as she lowered her head to search for her banknotes.
The whole baby looks like a round steamed bun, it's especially cute.
"Since you're a child, I'll let you play for a tael of silver, how about it?" Li Shaoyue's eyes were filled with a hint of pleasure.
Qingbao was stunned.
Li Shaoyue said, "Really? You came here to play without even a tael of silver? Ask your uncle for some, but it seems like you can't get any more. He's lost all his savings for his wife to me over the years, so he's probably penniless now."
The young men around him silently suppressed their laughter.
Qingbao shook her head. "No, one ounce is too little. I can't find it."
She thought that Si Han giving her ten taels of silver was already a small amount, but she didn't expect there to be even less.
What kind of young master is he? He's so stingy.
Qingbao slapped her little hand down, slamming a hundred-tael silver note onto the table.
However, the table was too high, so she had to jump to take the picture.
"One hundred taels! Let's play a game."
Li Shaoyue's face froze.
The faces of everyone present darkened, their eyes filled with intense curiosity.
No, this child is only three years old, where would he get so much money?
"Not enough?" Qingbao looked at Li Shaoyue with displeasure, tilting her round head in confusion.
Li Shaoyue sensed a hint of provocation, and with a wave of his hand, he slammed his one hundred taels of silver onto the table:
"Give me my chicken feathers!"
He was too lazy to name his cricket, so he simply called it Chicken Feather.
Qingbao raised one eyebrow. "What's the point of playing with chicken feathers?"
“Qingbao,” Si Ye quickly explained to her, “In the past three years of the Battle King competition, it’s always been Young Master Li, that little cricket, who has never won. Your uncle’s cricket has never won, so why don’t we…”
He wanted to persuade Qingbao to give up, since one hundred taels was too much.
He only gave the mother and son a total of five hundred taels, and there will be plenty of opportunities to spend money in the future.
"Second Brother, trust Qingbao." Sihe found a place to sit down and poured herself some tea, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.
Li Shaoyue glanced at her and thought the mother and daughter were both quite interesting.
Qingbao stretched out her little hand, "Second Uncle, can I borrow your cricket?"
Si Ye handed the cricket to her, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
"Then you must treat my comrades well."
"Don't worry." Qingbao smiled, her eyes crinkling like the moon. "By the way, what's your cricket's name?"
"Oh, its name is Gousheng'er. A humble name is easier to raise," Si Ye replied with a smile.
Qingbao waved her hand, "No wonder you can't beat them. You even gave them the wrong names. They're called Chicken Feather, and you're called Dog Leftovers. I'll give it a new name, and it'll definitely be able to beat them."
She looked at the tiny cricket in her chubby little hand; its two antennae swayed from side to side, it was so small and delicate.
Si Ye asked in confusion, "There's such a saying? What name will you give it?"
Qingbao said with a serious face: "Sang Biao!"
It sounds powerful and domineering, like someone who's going to take on anyone.
Si Ye looked at the tiny cricket in Qingbao's hand and fell into deep thought.
It's not even as big as a finger. Is calling it "Sang Biao" really that imposing?
Who exactly is this domineering person?
"Come on, whatever your name is, come and fight my chicken feather." Li Shaoyue placed the chicken feather into the Gu.
As soon as Sang Biao was put inside, Qing Bao was dumbfounded.
Chicken Feather was twice the size of Sang Biao.
"Can they win?" Doubts arose from those around them.
Qingbao wasn't flustered at all; before the battle even began, she reassured him.
"Hey, don't kill the other person, it's bad luck."
The cricket seemed to understand, raising its little head and looking at Qingbao with a bewildered expression.
How can it understand what Qingbao is saying?
strangeness.
The battle begins.
Li Shaoyue and his accomplices were shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Keep going, chicken feathers! Let's get this done!"
"Chicken feathers are mighty, chicken feathers will take care of it!"
Qingbao shouted, "What are you all yelling about?!"
It looked like Sang Biao was about to be tackled.
Qingbao said to it, "If you ride on its forehead, it will kill you."
result.
Sang Biao really rode on the chicken feather's forehead, and bit it so hard that the chicken feather was howling and bumping around everywhere.
The first match.
We lost because of a chicken feather.
Qingbao happily tucked the two one-hundred-tael silver notes on the table into her bosom.
Li Shaoyue's face turned green, and she asked, holding her breath, "How did you do that?"
How can a cricket understand human speech?
"Want to know? I won't tell you." Qingbao smiled, took the silver note, and left.
However, Li Shaoyue's accomplices immediately stopped them with serious expressions.
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