Those noble children and royal family members couldn't help but shook their heads. Lu Qingshu invited a disciple of a powerful national player in the capital and made it clear that he wanted to steal Meng Xing's money.
The disciple of this great player is second only to his master in strength, and he is also very famous in the capital. Many people who like to play chess have been defeated by him.
This princess's bodyguard also got into trouble with Lu Qingshu for some reason. Although his painting skills were powerful and unique, which made many princesses fall in love with him, he seemed to only know a little bit about playing chess.
At such a level, I am afraid that even if I lose all my pants, I still cannot win against a disciple of a great national player.
The moves started in the third set, but the talented man looked relaxed and at ease. Meng Xing was still very calm, as if he didn't care about winning or losing.
You have one piece, and I have one piece, and they are inseparable on the chessboard. Everyone can see that Meng Xing's level seems to be improving, and he has been able to persist with the opponent for so long.
In the end, Meng Xing narrowly won the game. Zhuo Lingyan, who was watching from the sidelines, was even more excited than Meng Xing. She said excitedly: "Win, win!"
She had a charming and affectionate smile on her face, and she looked like a fairy, which made those noble disciples and royal disciples stare straight-eyed.
In the fourth set, Meng Xing lost, and lost the five hundred taels of silver he had just won back.
Lu Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this guy just won because of bad luck. After all, he was not as good as the disciple of this great player.
Starting from the fifth set, Meng Xing won six consecutive sets, subtracting the thousand taels of silver he lost, and winning two thousand silvers.
Lu Qingshu and the talented man playing chess began to sweat on their foreheads. Lu Qingshu was not willing to lose like this, and forced the talented man to continue playing chess, but he kept losing. Then he started to play in person, winning once or twice, and then again.
Keep losing until your eyes are red.
After calculation, he actually lost fifteen thousand taels of silver. He kept trying to win it back, but he kept losing, and his face turned pale and pale.
Meng Xing said: "Little Marquis, do you still have money? If not, let's just give up."
Lu Qingshu gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want this brocade dress of mine? It's from Guiyi Zhai and it's worth a hundred taels of silver."
"Forget it, don't do it. Do you want to go back with your buttocks naked? It won't look good in front of these princess ladies."
Lu Qingshu said bitterly: "How come you keep winning? Have you been cheating?"
Meng Xing said: "Little Marquis, please don't accuse a good person unjustly. I also lost a lot of money at the beginning and only knew a little bit about playing chess. Later I gradually caught up with the rhythm. This shows that I have a good understanding and there is no need to cheat at all.
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Lu Qingshu and the talented man who played chess thought back and realized that this boy was really like this. He didn't expect that he had such a good mind.
Lu Qingshu felt a sullen feeling in his heart. It was enough that the painting made this boy shine. This time, he actually won a lot in the chess game. However, he had constant bad luck and even lost fifteen thousand taels.
Silver is really too bloody.
Even as a noble son of the capital, it is not easy to come up with fifteen thousand taels of silver. This is equivalent to cutting flesh on one's own body.
But he didn't dare to cheat, not only because the other party was protected by the princess, but also because there were other noble disciples and royal family members watching. If he cheated, his reputation would become bad in the circles of these powerful people.
It is no longer possible to gain a foothold.
"Damn it! It's so abominable!" Lu Qingshu gritted his teeth in his heart, but he had to put a smile on his face to prove that he didn't care about the lost money, but this smile was uglier than crying.
At this moment, a light rain suddenly fell from the sky. The servants and maids quickly brought oil-paper umbrellas to protect their masters from the wind and rain, or to cover the tea and cakes to avoid getting wet from the rain.
For a moment, the whole scene became a little panicked, which relieved a lot of embarrassment for Lu Qingshu.
After two quarters of an hour, the light rain stopped. The air was moist and the breeze made people feel extremely cool.
A scholar who understands poetry has some enlightenment and begins to write poems on a piece of rice paper.
When Lu Qingshu saw it, he found that he was a scholar he had invited. He was also a famous poet and essayist in the capital. A good poem he wrote had spread throughout the upper class and was loved by many high officials.
Lu Qingshu invited this scholar to come because Princess Yangping liked to write poems and wanted to show her face in front of the princess.
Lu Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little more excited. He lost two games in a row in front of the princess's bodyguard, which almost made him doubt his life. This time a famous poet would write a poem, and he would definitely be able to show his face and save some reputation for himself.
Lu Qingshu walked over and watched the scholar attentively as he splashed his brush and ink. The other noble disciples were also a little curious about this poet, so they gathered around to watch.
After a cup of tea, the scholar finished the poem and began to read it with his head shaking. His loud voice was full of emotion, which aroused everyone's applause.
"Not bad! Not bad! This poem is catchy, has great literary talent, and is evocative to read. It is a rare masterpiece!" A reader praised.
Others also opened their mouths to praise.
Princess Yangping also nodded and said, "Not bad!"
He glanced at Meng Xing and said, "Would you like to compose a poem for everyone to appreciate?"
Meng Xing ignored her, "You just write poetry if you think you can write a poem. How can you write a poem so easily? Although I can copy poems, I have limited ink in my stomach. It would be bad if the secret is revealed."
So, keep a low profile if you can.
Lu Qingshu's eyes lit up and he said, "The princess asked Guard Meng to write a poem. How can you refuse, Guard Meng?"
Lu Qingshu naturally wanted to take the opportunity to make him make a fool of himself. This guy had been in the limelight for so long, and he was really unwilling to let him make a fool of himself.
Princess Yangping also said: "Shiwei Meng, did you hear that?"
As she said that, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of smile on her cold face. This guy has never been willing to be a guard or a soul angel. I'm afraid he just doesn't want to be restrained by others and likes to be free.
But she suddenly wanted him to be her bodyguard, and it was a very happy thing to see him looking uncomfortable.
Meng Xing glared at her, and Princess Yangping tilted her head slightly, revealing a hint of playfulness, just like an iceberg melting. Even if it was just a hint, it still had a hint of charm, which made people's hearts flutter.
But Princess Yangping quickly regained her original cool and noble temperament, like the snow lotus on the iceberg, which can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Except for Meng Xing, who was interacting with her, no one else noticed her playful intentions at all.
Meng Xing suddenly realized that this princess was a girl who was cold on the outside and charming on the inside. As long as he conquered her, her charming look would probably make men obsessed with her.
Imagine an iceberg female CEO, who is extremely cold during the day, but at night she is like a kitten, curled up in a man's arms. I'm afraid no man can bear it.
Lu Qingshu saw that this boy dared to glare at the princess and seemed not to be afraid of the princess. He was immediately displeased. A servant of the princess dared to do this. It was really an act of transgression.
Lu Qingshu shouted: "Weiwei Meng, did you hear that? The princess appreciates you and asks you to write poems. This is an opportunity for you to express yourself and it is also your supreme honor. Don't you want to resist the princess?"
A big hat was thrown off. If he committed the crime of rebellion, they, the sons of princes, could kill him in order to maintain the face of the court, and no one would blame him.