411 bets, Feng Qingchen's kingly spirit

The matter that Bu Jingyun is in charge of has encountered a lot of problems recently. Although they are not enough to shake the foundation, the accumulated problems cannot be underestimated.

Lan Jiuqing took Bu Jingyun's face into consideration and didn't say much, but seeing that he was not focused on the business at all, Lan Jiuqing decided to give him a warning first to avoid any big mistakes.

"Jingyun, you should keep a closer eye on the matter at Tianxia No. 1 Manor. Have the stolen silk and tea been recovered? Have you found out who did it?"

"Ah..." Bu Jingyun stood up in panic, scratched his head, and said shyly: "This matter, I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lan Jiuqing: "Seven days, it has been seven days since the incident, but you have no clue at all. Jingyun, if you can't take care of the things in the village in the Imperial City, then you can go back early, and someone else can take over the things in the Imperial City."

It's not that he is cruel to Bu Jingyun, but people like them are not qualified to have normal love. Bu Jingyun can have people and things he likes, but it must not affect normal affairs, because Bu Jingyun's disappointment may very likely cause hundreds or even thousands of casualties.

They carry the hopes and lives of countless people on their shoulders; they have no right to be willful or indulge themselves.

"Three days. Within three days, I will make sure to get to the bottom of this matter." Bu Jingyun also knew that he had been too confused recently, so he made the promise immediately. Of course, he actually didn't want to leave Beijing.

"Okay, if you don't find out within three days, go to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment, and then return to the No. 1 Village in the World." Lan Jiuqing left after saying this...

Bu Jingyun was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. Pointing in the direction where Lan Jiuqing left, Bu Jingyun asked tremblingly: "Wenqing, Jiuqing, is he serious?"

"Brother, take care of yourself." Su Wenqing patted Bu Jingyun's shoulder with sympathy on his face.

Jiuqing has wanted to punish Jingyun for a long time. Now that there is a fair opportunity, Jiuqing will never let it go. Of course, Su Wenqing also understands that Jiuqing is doing this for Jingyun's own good. If Jingyun doesn't take it seriously, they may all die because of Jingyun's mistakes...

Feng Qingchen checked the things that the Queen had rewarded her with one by one and found nothing unusual. But even so, she did not dare to use these things that the Queen had rewarded her with.

He went to Su Wenqing and bought a new set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as a not-so-famous zither. Looking at the things Su Wenqing brought, Feng Qingchen nodded with satisfaction. He was worthy of being the number one businessman in Dongling. This thing was no worse than the one bestowed by the emperor.

But Feng Qingchen underestimated the Queen's methods. That morning, news came from the palace that at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, Feng Qingchen would use the Bingxianqin to fight against Su Wan's Jiaoweiqin.

"It seems like I have no choice." Feng Qingchen plucked the strings casually, and high and low sounds poured out. Although it did not form a melody, it was definitely not harsh.

Tong Jue and Tong Yao heard the sound of the piano from afar and were very pleased.

Their young lady finally started practicing the piano, but to their disappointment, Feng Qingchen could only produce this one sound.

The two maids looked at each other, hesitating whether to go in and ask, but finally gave up. The young lady didn't call them, so it was useless for them to go in, as the young lady would not listen to their advice.

Of course, it is normal for the young lady not to listen to them. The young lady is the master and they are the servants. How can the master listen to the servants? But even though they thought so, Tong Jue and Tong Yao still felt wronged.

The day before the competition, the imperial city was in an uproar. Everyone used all their skills and asked around to find out what Feng Qingchen and Su Wan were doing.

Su Wan also sent people to inquire about Feng Qingchen's news, and found out that Feng Qingchen was just like she had been in the past few days, eating, drinking, and reading normally in the courtyard in the west district, as if the person who was going to compete with Su Wan tomorrow was not her.

Most importantly, Feng Qingchen did not send anyone to inquire about Su Wan's situation. Until now, she still didn't know what kind of music Su Wan was good at, what her chess style was like, what kind of calligraphy she learned, or what she was good at painting.

Tong Jue and Tong Yao also reminded Feng Qingchen that it would be better to inquire about Su Wan's situation first, so that they could find a solution in advance, but Feng Qingchen directly said no.

Ask around? What's the point of asking around? Just like what the Ninth Prince said, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are useless. Even if she knows Su Wan's style well, it won't work because she doesn't know anything.

What she had to do now was to wait for Lan Jiuqing to return the zither. As for other things, she would not consider them for the time being. She would just wait and see how Su Wan would respond.

In the face of Feng Qingchen's calmness, some people admire him while others despise him. Those who admire him say that Feng Qingchen is steady and dignified, with the demeanor of a king; while those who despise him say just the opposite, saying that Feng Qingchen has long known that he is inferior to others in skills, so he simply doesn't care and just gives up.

Wang Qi and Xie San were definitely the kind of people who believed in Feng Qingchen unconditionally. After finding out about the situation at the Feng Mansion, Wang Qi and Xie San looked very proud.

"Did you see that? Do you know what it means to have the demeanor of a great general? What does it mean to remain calm even when facing a huge disaster? This is Feng Qingchen's demeanor as a great general. Feng Qingchen doesn't take the provocation of the Su family seriously at all.

I am sure that Feng Qingchen is sure to win, otherwise how could she be so calm and composed. Go... bet on Feng Qingchen to win Su Wan for me, one, two, three, four games, one thousand bets each. "Wang Qigou took out four thousand taels of silver.

Although he believed in Feng Qingchen, he would not bet blindly. At least he did not think that Feng Qingchen could beat Su Wan in five, six, seven or eight games.

"Wang Qi, you are interrupting me." Xie San said dissatisfiedly, and then he looked down on Wang Qi's betting: "You kid only bet today, but I bet on the first day. Who is Feng Qingchen? How could she lose? I have never seen Feng Qingchen lose. Humph... Those who underestimated Feng Qingchen will definitely suffer."

Led by Wang Qi and Xie San, they gathered a group of young masters, young ladies and ladies who unconditionally believed that Feng Qingchen could defeat Su Wan. Although their number was small, they were influential. This was the first civilian group supporting Feng Qingchen, headed by the young masters of the two great families, Wang and Xie.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen was secluded at home and had no idea what was happening outside. If she knew there was such a group, she would probably be very proud of it: I didn’t expect that after I came to the ancient times, I would have a fan club.

Wang Qi and Xie San made a lot of noise, and Su Wan was not like Feng Qingchen who turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside. After hearing what Wang Qi and Xie San said, Su Wan was so angry that she smashed the tea set on the table to pieces.

"Feng Qingchen, you are still trying to be mysterious even when you are about to die. Are you going to win against me? Humph, I want to see what you can do to win against me. Feng Qingchen, this time I will definitely trample you under my feet and make it impossible for you to turn over."

"Everyone can brag. Su Wan, how many games can you beat Feng Qingchen?" Nan Lingjinfan walked in from outside, stood at the door, looked at the debris on the ground, and shook his head.

Compared with Feng Qingchen, Su Wan's cultivation and temperament are not even a little bit worse. She got so angry after hearing a few rumors. You should know that Feng Qingchen was humiliated by him on the spot, but she could still respond with a smile, and she could face his vicious words calmly and fight back slowly.

To be honest, he admired Feng Qingchen very much, but it was a pity that because of Nan Lingjinxing and the Ninth Prince, they were destined to be enemies and would never become friends...