399 Killings, Feng Qingchen is wrathful to heaven and resentful to people

It is still gambling, but under the banner of helping poor people and sharing the worries of the court, gambling has become a sacred thing.

With a legitimate reason, it was much easier for Su Wenqing to gain cooperation. Su Wenqing would not let go of big families like Wang and Xie, and he also included some other powerful small families.

The King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. Anyway, the benefits must be distributed, whether it is more or less.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the families of the young ladies and gentlemen who had ridiculed Feng Qingchen at the poetry meeting were all excluded by Su Wenqing. Among the nobles, Su Wenqing personally visited the other three Duke's Mansions except the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion...

The Ningguo Mansion was initially unwilling to participate. Their family has always been low-key. Although it is the Duke's Mansion, it has never been involved in party disputes, nor has it participated in the prince's position. But when they heard Su Wenqing say that the bet was proposed by Feng Qingchen and that the crown prince and several princes did not participate, the people of the Ningguo Mansion no longer insisted.

As I said, there is no one who doesn't lack money these days. With a Duke's Mansion as big as this one, no matter how low-key he is, he still has so many people to support and personal relationships to maintain, so money is needed everywhere. Besides, this gambling is a completely no-cost business, so they just need to put in a little effort.

The gambling was going on in full swing. When the official announced the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan, Su Wenqing also launched the largest gambling game in the capital.

So... the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan became heated before it even started. If at this time you are still concerned about whether food prices will drop, and discussing how low food prices will drop to, then you are in trouble.

The competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan instantly became the biggest gossip in the imperial city, and it overshadowed the issue of the falling grain prices.

When Su Wenqing found out that the gambling game was open and had this effect, he was so happy that he couldn't stop grinning. He was dissatisfied with everything. The only person he disliked was Qin Baoer.

One day, he accidentally heard Qin Baoer and Bu Jingyun talking about this matter. Their words revealed their contempt for businessmen and the people who initiated the gambling. Su Wenqing rolled his eyes and had an urge to swear.

Damn it, you eat my food, live in my house, and use my things, but you still look down on me. Without the money earned by a businessman like me, how can you wear fine clothes and eat delicious food, and have maids to serve you? Do you think money falls from the sky? Even if money falls from the sky, you can't pick it up with your attitude.

Su Wenqing decided that if Lan Jiuqing married Qin Baoer, he would be the first to object.

However, overnight, the people in the imperial city seemed to be excited. From the royal nobles to the common people, everyone was discussing the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan, and of course, they were more discussing the gambling proposed by Su Wenqing.

"One tael of silver for one bet. If you win, it may be exchanged for one thousand or ten thousand taels of silver. Then your life will be worth it." In a teahouse, several small businessmen were discussing this.

Nowadays, no one can resist the mention of money.

"This is difficult. There are seventeen possibilities. Who knows who will win or lose between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan? Moreover, we have to guess how many games they will win. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Some people were able to remain sober.

"What's the big deal? There are only seventeen possible outcomes. If you bet on one outcome, there will always be one that wins. Didn't I say that the person who bets on the winning outcome will get half of the bet money? Oh my god, how much money would that be?"

"It's just a matter of one or two taels of silver. If we don't win, we will just consider it as helping the court and doing our best to help the poor people." No matter what era, there is always a group of lovely people.

"You're right, you're right. This is not gambling. This is helping poor people. Everyone who is capable should contribute their efforts." He said it in a magnanimous and generous manner, and it was unclear whether he was sincere or not. In any case, Feng Qingchen found a noble reason for the gamblers.

No matter how despicable a person is, he still cares about his reputation, and gamblers also want to be respected.

The people in the teahouse were discussing animatedly, and the vendors outside were not to be outdone, joining in the fun whether they had money or not.

Even if they don't have money to bet, they can still observe the gambling money and calculate how much money the winners can make. You have to know that that amount of money is something they have never seen in their lives, and they dare not even think about it.

There were even a few vendors who were discussing that they would pool together one or two taels of silver to place a bet, and then split the profits equally. In the end, the one or two taels of silver would definitely be exchanged for more than one or two taels.

On the street, there were constant shouts of hawking and discussions, but one voice overwhelmed all the other voices present: "137,642 taels of silver. The first gambling game in Dongling to help the poor has raised 137,642 taels of silver."

The ups and downs of the voice were particularly attractive, and the man deliberately repeated the number of silver pieces, which made it clear that he was a ** person.

Of course, this number is by no means a real number. It was just what Su Wenqing released according to what Feng Qingchen said to attract people to place bets. He deliberately reported the decimal point to make it more realistic.

"Oh my God, it's only been half a day and we've already got nearly 140,000 taels. The person who got it right can get a share of the 70,000 taels." 70,000 taels! Someone swallowed his saliva, a hint of enthusiasm flashing across his eyes. This is definitely a small investment for a big return. The person who got it right will definitely become rich overnight. Many people couldn't sit still and were tempted.

"Waiter, check out."

I ran to the betting point as soon as I could...

In contrast to the teahouses and the streets, the places frequented by wealthy young men were also discussing this matter, but they were more concerned not with the money but with their own vision.

"Three games. I bet Su Wan can beat Feng Qingchen in three games." A young man in brocade clothes shouted.

"As a Dongling native, I bet on an outsider to win. I bet that Feng Qingchen will win, one round, and winning one round is also winning." Another person was unwilling to accept it.

"Listen to me, when it comes to playing the zither, Miss Su Wan is better... When it comes to medicine, Miss Qing Chen is better..." A certain theorist began to present facts and reason. While explaining, he wrote down the advantages and odds of the two on the wall: "Look, after eight games, according to my guess, Miss Su Wan should win two games against Miss Qing Chen."

"What Master Du said makes sense. I believe in Master Du's calculations. What Master Du said is so reasonable that I am also tempted. Winning or losing is a small matter, but if I guess right, it will be a great joy. There are seventeen results, and I guessed right once. Haha, it will be a face-saving thing to talk about it."

The theoretical school is still very popular. A certain young man, not knowing whether he wanted to curry favor with Mr. Du or to make money or gain fame, threw a silver note to the servant beside him: "Go, buy me a thousand bets, Su Wan beat Feng Qingchen by two games."

"I don't agree, Master Du. There's something wrong with your calculation just now. Look..." A certain young man who was at odds with Master Du stepped forward, took Master Du's pen, and had someone spread out a new piece of white paper. He started writing quickly, comparing the information he had collected about Su Wan and Feng Qingchen one by one, and finally came to the conclusion: "Su Wan can beat Feng Qingchen in four games."

"Go, buy two thousand bets for me, Su Wan wins four games against Feng Qingchen." The young masters who wanted to please this young master or believed in his words also sent their servants to buy.

Rich young men and the like, they are not short of money, they play with loneliness and face, and these people are the main customers mentioned by Feng Qingchen.

Not to mention these rich young men, even the court ministers would discuss it in private, and their wives would whisper a few words in their ears when they returned home.

There was no way out. Their wives were very concerned about this matter. They wiped their tears and said that those poor people were so pitiful. They took out their own money and said that they wanted to help the poor people and share the worries of the court.

Uh... in the end, it seemed that those who didn't place a bet didn't want to share the worries of the court. This was a result that Feng Qingchen hadn't expected. One could only say that these people had very rich imaginations and they came up with all kinds of ideas.

Of course, Feng Qingchen was happy to see such a situation, but... if she was happy, others couldn't be happy.

"Third Prince, are we still going to have our gambling game?" In the whole morning, only a dozen people placed bets, and these people were betting for the sake of the face of several officials from Dongling. How could they continue such a gambling game?

"Open it, why not? Feng Qingchen can play, but why can't I? Feng Qingchen has the support of the Ninth Prince, but we have the support of several princes. Go, reopen the gambling game according to Feng Qingchen's." Nan Ling Jinfan gritted his teeth. The servant with a distorted handsome face had the information in his hand turned into waste paper. This shows how angry the prince was.

He had always been successful, but he fell into Feng Qingchen's hands again and again.

"Yes." The man swallowed his saliva. Although he had a lot to say, when he met Nan Lingjinfan's cold eyes, he was so scared that he swallowed all the words back.

The Third Prince was becoming more and more terrifying. Being stared at by his eyes was like being stared at by a poisonous snake. The man ran out quickly and just as he reached the door, he heard a loud "bang".

Nan Lingjinfan angrily smashed the large mahogany table to pieces.

"Feng Qingchen, you bitch, you always go against me. If I let you go, I'm not Nanling Jinfan." He had been planning hard for several months, but it was all ruined by Feng Qingchen's disturbance.

No matter how Nanling Jinfan thought about it, he couldn't swallow this humiliation. The most important thing was that if he missed this opportunity, how could he raise the military funds? Without the military funds, what could he use to fight Nanling Jinxing?

Hate, hate, Nanling Jinfan wanted to bury Feng Qingchen alive. He hated her so much that he forgot that he was not Nanling Jinfan, he should be Wang Jinfan.

Another person who also hates Feng Qingchen is the Duke of Zhenguo. His hatred for Feng Qingchen is no less than that of Nan Jin Lingfan.

"You are so good, Feng Qingchen. Of the four great duke's mansions, you chose to reveal my Zhenguo Duke's Mansion. Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust." Zhenguo Duke seemed to have forgotten that he had never been kind to Feng Qingchen.

Ahem, although Feng Qingchen had never appeared before regarding the gambling, and Su Wenqing had not said that the gambling was related to Feng Qingchen, everyone knew that the gambling was involved as soon as Su Wenqing entered the courtyard where Feng Qingchen lived. Another very important point was...