Zhao Rong smiled, turned around and looked at the two people who were staring at him in surprise.
Zhao Rong shrugged his shoulders, winked at Lin Wenruo, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Wenruo, I don't trust you with such an important position as a lower horse, so I'd better do it myself."
Lin Wenruo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the young scholar in front of him smiling and shaking his head, he had no choice but to give up and nodded helplessly with a smile.
In fact, in Lin Wenruo's plan, the low-ranking horse opposite him was Qingjingzi. Whether Zhao Rong or Chen Muzhi were the middle-ranking horses, they could almost beat him. The reason why he chose Zhao Rong was that he had a closer relationship and felt more reliable.
But since Zhao Rong didn't want to be the one, there was no way he could force it.
Lin Wenruo thought for a moment, then turned to Chen Muzhi, who was staring at him: "Then I'll trouble Brother Mu to be a middle-class horse. I hope Brother Mu can forgive me."
Chen Muzhi nodded quickly and shook the feather fan a little faster, "It doesn't matter."
Chen Muzhi glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, his expression awkward and a little embarrassed.
The latter noticed his gaze, turned his head and nodded at him with a smile. Chen Muzhi quickly smiled back.
Zhao Rong turned around, calmed down his expression, looked at Lin Wenruo, and said seriously: "Wenruo, we have assigned positions, but how can we make these three talks go according to our plan? After all, we only have the right to choose the first one.
The choice of the second game lies with Chongxuguan."
This is what Zhao Rong is curious about. Although he uses Tian Ji's method of horse racing, his opponents are not fools. They will never choose people from their own perspective, but in line with their interests.
Lin Wenruo held the pearl of wisdom in his hands and spoke clearly: "In the first round of talks, we used medium horses against their low-grade horses, that is, Brother Mu against Qingjingzi; in the second round of talks, we let them use medium horses against ours.
The best horse, that is, Qing Yuanzi versus me; the third game is between Tzuyu and that mysterious old man. Tzuyu doesn’t have to put too much pressure on, the outcome of the third game is not too important, our goal is to win
Play the first two games.”
Zhao Rong frowned, "How do you get them to take the initiative to use their middle-class horses to fight against you, instead of using their middle-class horses to fight against me, and let their superior horses fight against you?"
Lin Wenruo nodded, "It's very simple. Just let them mistakenly think that you are our top horse and I am just a middle horse. When they lost the first game, they did not dare to take risks and could only use
A horse is pitted against what they mistakenly believe is a superior horse, and a middling horse is pitted against what they mistakenly believe is a middling horse.”
Zhao Rong patted the railing lightly and frowned in thought. He did not immediately ask Lin Wenruo how he made Chong Xuguan misjudge his side's lineup. Instead, he thought about another question.
At this moment, Zhao Rong wanted to try his best to help Lin Wenruo sort out the plan and check for any omissions. He volunteered to be the lower horse because he had to plan the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace for some time to come and had no time to devote to the preparations for the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.
After all, if he had not rejected the middle horse, then his opponent would be Qingjingzi, and he would have to spend energy studying Qingjingzi's Qingtan manuscripts, looking for his opponent's loopholes, and making sure nothing goes wrong. This is extremely time-consuming.
But now he is a low horse, his opponent is an old man of unknown origin, and there is nothing for him to study and figure out. The hope of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism is all on the first two games, and he is relaxed, so he helps Lin Wenruo at this time.
Check your plans carefully, just in case.
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment and looked up at Lin Wenruo, "Why don't we use the superior horse to face their medium horse in the first game? That is, you choose the opposite Qing Yuanzi in the first game. In this way, after winning, the opposite Qingjing
No matter what, Zi will have to face Brother Mu and I. If we are prepared, he will definitely lose. In this way, we don’t have to go to great lengths to mislead the opponent’s choices. Isn’t this the best solution?”
Lin Wenruo nodded in agreement, "That's a good question. I mentioned the rules for the three rounds of talks before. For the first round, we will choose and pair up with the remaining two people for the last round. The hosts of these two rounds are both Chongxu Guan, and only for the second round they will
We are the ones who choose the people. The reason why I don’t use the ‘optimal solution’ you mentioned is because of the authority of the host to propose the question.”
"If I choose Qing Yuanzi directly in the first game, then Qing Yuanzi will give the question. Although I am confident that I can beat him after studying him thoroughly, but after all, his strength cannot be underestimated. In case of some careful thinking,
I will be very passive when preparing a topic that is beyond the normal outline, so let him take the initiative to choose me for the second round. In this way, I will be the host and have the initiative to propose the topic, and he will definitely lose!"
Lin Wenruo chuckled lightly, "As for the first game, Qingjingzi won the right to pose the question. This is nothing to worry about. The threat is not big. I believe Brother Mu can deal with it."
After saying this, Lin Wenruo looked at Chen Muzhi.
The latter nodded leisurely and smiled casually, "I am confident that even the top celebrity in Zhongnan Kingdom will be at least 50-50, let alone a Taoist priest who is not even ranked in the middle, so why not let him write the question?
But Er Er, Tzuyu, please don’t worry too much about Wen Ruo.”
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thought for a while, and exhaled softly, "Wen Ruo, your plan is feasible. Now there is only one last question left, how to mislead them into thinking that I am a superior horse?"
Lin Wenruo smiled brightly and said, "It's very simple, just tell them directly."
"So, the scholar named Zhao Ziyu is really the student of the principal of Linlu Academy?"
A white jade hand played with an jadeite Ruyi with its five fingers.
The voice of the owner of the hand was cold and clear.
A man in brocade clothes with a face like a jade crown but now pale with fear was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling, his head heavy on the marble floor of the pavilion, and he felt that the terrifying woman's eyes were resting on him. The man in brocade clothes was kneeling on the ground.
He was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed the ground with his head, kowtowed and said in horror:
"Fairy aunt, have mercy on me! Fairy aunt, have mercy on me! I didn't lie... At noon that day, Mr. Qingxi and I came to the Drunkard Pavilion to take shelter from the sun. At that time, the three scholars were already in the pavilion. I overheard that the scholar
He said, "I have to return to the academy early, otherwise the teacher will punish me for copying books again." Then another handsome companion next to him smiled and said, "The master loves Zhao Lang so much, how can he be willing to punish him, Ziyu, you don't
I'm pretending to complain, but I followed you out to play secretly. I'll probably get scolded when I go back." Later, the scholar who seemed to be named Zhao Ziyu fell asleep on the chair, and the handsome companion even fanned him thoughtfully.
, we don’t know what their relationship is. Later, the dog thief Lin Wenruo brought a piano and came to the pavilion. At that time, we didn’t know it was him..."
Lan Yuqing curled up the corner of her mouth, stopped moving her hands, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know it. Don't repeat it. How many times do you have to say it? Have you lied, Pindao?"
You’ll know in a moment.”
The man in brocade clothes immediately shut up and did not dare to make a sound. He lowered his head and could not see his expression. However, his body was trembling all the time and his forehead was pressed hard against the cold floor tiles.
Lan Yuqing looked around inside and outside the Drunkard Pavilion. At this time, a group of Taoist priests in blue were guarding outside the pavilion. There were only her and the man in brocade clothes kneeling on the ground in the pavilion.
I heard the man in brocade clothes say that the position where she is sitting is the position where Lin Wenruo originally played the piano.
Lan Yuqing sneered.
Suddenly, five Taoist priests in blue walked quickly on the mountain road in the distance. Four of them stood in a square shape, sandwiching a fat Taoist priest in the middle.
Lan Yuqing stood up, walked past the man in brocade clothes who was kneeling on the ground grabbing the ground with his head, and walked out of the pavilion.
Lan Yuqing met the five Taoist priests who had just arrived. She glanced at the fat Taoist priest who was sweating profusely. The latter hurriedly lowered his head and slapped his head. Lan Yuqing ignored it, turned around and led the five people to the Drunkard Pavilion, which was far away.
Walking to an open space, a Taoist priest followed Lan Yuqing and whispered something.
About a quarter of an hour later, Lan Yuqing was alone and Shi Shiran returned to the Drunkard Pavilion.
Lan Yuqing glanced at the man in brocade clothes who seemed to have been motionless since she left, and said leisurely: "Li Shiqian, is this your name?"
"It's just a nickname for a villain."
"Well, your family is one of the owners of Bai Yongyi Company in the city. There are a total of 162 people in the family including servants. You also have two outside wives, one of whom is pregnant with an illegitimate child. Well, plus
There are a total of one hundred and sixty-six people in your party... Pindao would like to advise you one last time, it's not too late for you to be honest now."
Li Shiqian shuddered suddenly, raised his head, his face was full of tears, his forehead was red and swollen, and he said miserably: "Xiangu, I really didn't lie to you, everything I said is true, you can go check it out, if there is any discrepancy, little
Man, I, and heaven are struck by lightning!”
Lan Yuqing smiled brightly, "Stop pretending, the people sent to investigate have returned. Although you performed the show very well and the logical arrangement was flawless, there is no airtight wall in the world. What is fake is fake. My
People still discovered something fishy, guess who betrayed you? Stop pretending, I already know everything."
Lan Yuqing tilted her head and suddenly asked curiously: "What benefits did Lin Wenruo promise you? Could it be that he wants to give you all his eighteen beautiful concubines?"
Li Shiqian was so frightened that he peed his pants and screamed that he was wronged.
Lan Yuqing slowly walked in front of him, bent down and smiled in his ear: "By the way, you should know the consequences of offending Pindao, right? It's not as simple as your whole family of 166 just go down together.
The process of going down may be a little uncomfortable. Oh, you'd better tell me quickly. I'm just curious about what he promised you, and you are so devoted to him. Is this really..."
The smiling woman who was kicked out of the house by her childhood sweetheart who had been waiting for ten years broke off the engagement in public on her wedding day. Her smile became colder and colder, and she slowly squeezed out two words, "Is it worth it?"
Li Shiqian knelt down and begged for mercy, shouting that he was wronged, his voice hoarse from shouting, and kowtowing desperately, with muffled sounds echoing in the hall.
"Pindao has been free recently and studied an interesting method in an ancient book. Have you ever heard of hot pot rats? Well, it's quite fun. It's very simple. It's just to put an iron pot on the person's stomach and put it in the pot.
Put a few cute mice in it and light charcoal on the bottom of the pot. I heard that when the pot is red-hot, they will desperately dig a way to escape. Oh, I really pity these little guys."
"Also, and also, Pindao also knows a fun one. I was going to give it to Lin Wenruo to try, but it's not bad for you to try it in advance. This thing is called a head crusher. It's like an iron hat worn on your head.
There is a crank on it that controls the tightness. As the crank rotates, your chin rest will gradually tighten. When it tightens to a certain level, your teeth will be crushed, your jaw will be shattered, and finally your skull will explode with a crack.
If I see you happy, I might hit your iron hat with a hammer and play a piece of music to cheer you up..."
"There are many more interesting ancient methods. Don't worry, your family of 166 people is enough for me to try them one by one. Hey, are you going to tell me?"
"Let's do this. If you confess, Pindao promises to let your family go. As for you, you have to die, but I can give you a happy life."
Suddenly, Li Shiqian, who had been kowtowing vigorously, remained motionless. He remained on his knees with his head on the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the contact surface between his lukewarm forehead and the cold floor tiles. The blood was still hot.
Lan Yuqing squatted down and stared at the man at his feet, "Speak."
"Little... little... villain, you didn't lie..." The man's voice was hoarse.
Lan Yuqing's expression was cold, "Pindao's patience is limited. Count to three, and if you don't explain, Pindao will leave."
"one."
The man remained motionless.
"two."
The man raised his head, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the woman in front of him, his lips moving slightly.
The woman stopped counting and listened with one ear.
Vaguely...unjust...
The woman lost her patience.
"three."
It was extremely quiet inside the Drunkard's Pavilion, except for the dull breathing of a certain man.
The woman's eyes narrowed.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like just a moment.
Lan Yuqing suddenly stood up and said, "Congratulations, you passed the test."
The corners of her mouth curled up, feeling bored.
"It's for you." She casually threw the small jadeite Ruyi in front of the man and rolled it into the still warm blood.
Li Shiqian threw his upper body forward, put his two elbows on the ground, lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes caught sight of the green jade Ruyi, and a drop escaped from the man's eyes.
tears.
"Tell Pindao carefully what Zhao Ziyu looks like who dares to scold Pindao for being a stinky nun that no one wants. Pindao must remember him well and not pass him by on the road one day."
Li Shiqian reached out and wiped away the tears.
He was extremely grateful to have given birth to that green color and his Zhongnan Kingdom, and he hated the 480 Taoist temples lying on Zhongnan Kingdom's body to suck blood.
"The villain obeys the order and can do things for Chongxu Guan. I am extremely honored!"