Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

"Who said I would take him into custody?".

Qingyun turned to look at the speaker, her eyes filled with sparkle.

The man didn't understand and asked, "You don't want to imprison that scholar, do you?"

"Can't you?" As she said that, Qingyun had already bet all her banknotes on the scholar. Not only was she not afraid, but she looked proud, as if she would win in the next second.

The man looked at Qingyun with a pity look on his face and said: "She looks like a pretty little girl, but she turned out to be a stupid rich second generation."

When everyone saw that Qingyun had bet so much, they also bet, all betting on the old man. The old man also looked proud, and looked at Qingyun with regret.

But Qing Yun didn't think so, and didn't care about their eyes at all, she just looked at the scholar eagerly.

The scholar didn't know why he was embarrassed by her, but he didn't dare to raise his head, avoiding Qingyun's gaze.

As the saying goes, a true gentleman watches chess without speaking. Everyone looked at the chessboard with bated breath. The two people's chess pieces were going back and forth equally, causing everyone's mood to be mixed. Especially those who have staked a lot of money.

But Qingyun, who had the most bets, was very relaxed and at ease. She brought a chair and a fruit plate from somewhere and watched while eating. Even Mo Jingchun looked indifferent.

Qingyun didn't know if she really didn't care, but Mo Jingchun really didn't care.

The money was originally used to buy jewelry to make Qingyun happy, and it was not her money, but the money of Yan Siyuan and Qing Xiao.

Whether it's buying jewelry or placing bets, as long as Qingyun is happy, the money will go to good use, and she really doesn't feel bad at all.

She had the fruit plate and chairs brought to them because she found a familiar person here. It was the shopkeeper of Taoran Pavilion, so she guessed that this was Lu Xingci's place.

She didn't know why, but when she thought that this was Lu Xingci's territory, she felt much more comfortable and felt that this place was much safer.

The competition on the chessboard continues. It has obviously been a long time, but for those who know chess, time flies very quickly.

Especially those who have staked their fortunes and lives, they can go bankrupt or become rich overnight, just in a matter of seconds. Therefore, they all hope that people who play chess can be cautious and cautious, and it doesn't matter if they are slower.

As time went by, the old man gradually became calmer and began to feel a little powerless. The sweat on his forehead kept dripping down, but he didn't care and just stared at the chessboard seriously.

As the child fell, sighs and inhales came from behind, and some people started shaking their heads.

The scholar remained calm and motionless. The last piece fell and the scholar won, unexpectedly.

Whether looking at age or chess skills, the old man is more stable and mature. He carefully considers every move. On the other hand, the scholar makes his move without much thinking. Every move falls in a place that others would not expect, and he makes his moves without any plan.

But it was only at the end that he discovered that he had set up a trap to lure the old man in and kill him with one blow. He was actually more cunning than the old man.

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and Qingyun stood up, raised her hands, and cheered: "Yeah~, I win, I win."

Compared to the other side, there was a wail.

The old man was also a good person. Although he lost, he did not look like he could not afford to lose. He bowed to the scholar and said: "Young Master's exquisite chess skills and quick thinking are incomparable to me. I am willing to admit defeat." .

The scholar hurriedly returned the gift and said: "Sir, you are ridiculous. Xiaosheng is just opportunistic. When it comes to real skills, Xiaosheng will never be as good as Mr."

"Hahahaha, what a little baby, not bad, not bad, has a bright future."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly. The scholar's words suited him very well.

But the people who bet behind him couldn't laugh at all. The old man himself didn't bet much, so it didn't matter if he lost, but those who bet a lot were really miserable.

Some people didn't even want to pay, but when a few strong men suddenly came out of Xingfeng Casino, they had no choice but to pay.

Qingyun counted the money with bright eyes, like a little money-crazy. The scholar laughed when he saw Qingyun and said: "Thank you, Miss, for betting. Only a young man can win so much."

Although he could still win by betting on his own, it would definitely not be as much as now, because with Qingyun's bet, those people would bet so much.

Qingyun put the money into a sack. Yes, it was a sack. There was too much money and she couldn't take it all, so she had to ask Xingfeng Casino for a sack to put it in.

She handed the sack to Mo Jingchun, turned around and hugged the scholar's arm, saying, "Master, if you really want to thank me, treat me to a meal. After watching chess for so long, I'm already hungry."

As he spoke, he touched his stomach to show that he was really hungry.

Mo Jingchun was dissatisfied, so he pulled Qingyun over, leaned into Qingyun's ear and whispered: "Cousin, don't get too close to men outside. Although you are still young, you still have to be careful."

Qingyun gave Mo Jingchun a comforting look, turned to the scholar and continued: "Master, can you hear what I just said?".

The scholar replied: "Of course, if the girl doesn't mind, I won't bother you."

In the elegant room of Yingbin Building, three people sat around a table, Qingyun still stared at the scholar.

Mo Jingchun frowned and looked at Qingyun. She always felt that Qingyun was too enthusiastic about this scholar, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that this scholar was normal and nothing special.

The scholar felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the two men, and said helplessly: "How long will the princess want to see me?".

Qingyun chuckled, "Your painting looks so similar, I almost didn't recognize it."

Mo Jingchun was confused by the conversation between the two. This scholar knew Qingyun, and Qingyun also knew the scholar?

Under Mo Jingchun's puzzled gaze, the scholar wiped his cheeks with a wet handkerchief, untied his hair and rolled it up again.

Mo Jingchun's eyes changed from confusion, to surprise, to understanding.

She said how could Qingyun be so enthusiastic to a stranger. It turned out that the scholar was Lin Ruochu. No wonder, but Qingyun could see it, which was very impressive.

Lin Ruochu packed himself up and said to Qingyun: "Thank you, Princess, for trusting my chess skills."

Qingyun waved her hand and said: "What I trust is not your chess skills, what I trust is you."

Lin Ruochu was amused by Qingyun's words and raised his glass: "Thank you very much, Princess, for trusting me."

Qingyun also raised her glass and said: "Sister Ruochu doesn't need to call me Princess, just call me Qingyun."

Lin Ruochu: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey orders."

After the meal, it was already dark. As soon as they walked out of the door of the guest building, they saw the three people waiting outside.

Yan Siyuan, Lu Xingci and Qing Xiao, three people with three auras, all restrained themselves when they saw them, leaving only gentleness.