In order to divert Zhan Beihan's attention, King Xiang came up with an idea and said with a smile: "Just racing a horse doesn't seem interesting enough, and none of us can participate."
This tone sounded like he was going to cause trouble.
Xiao Lingyue's eyebrows twitched and she couldn't help but look at him: What tricks are you trying to do again?
Xiang Dynasty blinked her eyes and hinted: Don't worry, I will definitely not lose you!
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
"Has His Highness King Xiang thought of any good ideas again?" someone in the crowd asked curiously.
When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, King Xiang ranks second, while no one in the capital dares to rank first.
The gentlemen and ladies present were also very familiar with his style.
"It's rare to encounter something as exciting as a horse race on the winding mountain. How about I come to play the game and start a gambling game?"
King Xiang smiled and said: "You can bet on whatever you want. Let's see who can bet the most accurately."
"Zhan Tianlin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Beihan's face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly: "Are you looking for death?"
Prince Xiang laughed: "Third brother, don't be so angry. I don't think the atmosphere is too serious, so I'm just having fun~"
Xiao Lingyue said angrily: "His Royal Highness, Prince Xiang, what you call fun is to make a bet with me?"
"If you win, I'll give you half!"
Prince Xiang turned his head and blinked at her, "Is this okay?"
Xiao Lingyue was speechless: "..."
She's not looking at this small amount of money, but do you think it's appropriate for you to use this kind of thing as a bet?
Prince Xiang's smiling expression seemed to say that he thought it was quite appropriate.
With Prince Xiang's magic touch, the original tense atmosphere seemed to have disappeared, and Meng Wanqing's malicious provocation seemed to have really turned into a game.
Many young men and noble ladies were moved, but looking at His Highness King Yi's darkened face, they did not dare to act like the leader.
"What, no one is placing bets?" King Xiang looked around, "Then I will be the first to make a fortune and bet one hundred taels on Shen Wan to win. How about that?"
"..." There was silence all around.
King Cheng said speechlessly: "Second brother, the banker can't place bets, right? And there's no competition yet."
Meng Wanqing finally reacted.
She took a deep breath, ignored Prince Xiang who interrupted, glared at Xiao Lingyue and said: "Stop talking nonsense, since I agreed to compete, don't waste time, go pick a horse now!"
There are hundreds of horses raised at the Royal Horse Farm, ranging from juveniles to adults, and there are a wide range of horses.
For the sake of fairness, the horses used in horse racing are all of the same type and have basically the same qualities in all aspects.
Meng Wanqing looked at Xiao Lingyue arrogantly: "I can let you choose first. Whatever horse you choose, I will accompany you!"
Xiao Lingyue was not polite. After asking about the breed of the steward's horse, she directly chose the mountain horse.
This kind of horse is most suitable for running on mountain roads. It is sturdier and has stronger limbs than grassland horses and desert horses.
Soon, the steward of the Royal Racecourse brought in a group of mountain horses, about a dozen of them. Each one was similar in stature, age, and appearance. Xiao Lingyue didn't bother to select carefully, so she pointed at them casually.
A white horse.
"That's it."
Meng Wanqing gave her a mocking look, walked over and selected it herself, and finally chose a red horse.
After choosing the horse, the next step is the terrain.
The Royal Racecourse is connected to the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing, and the so-called winding track is naturally also in the mountains. The steward personally led the way and brought a group of people to the viewing platform of the mountain track.