The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

This was really a shameless thing. He was the Grand Master of the Imperial College, but he was scolded and played around by a brat. He felt extremely upset.

But he was a prince, and Emperor Yan was there, so he didn't dare to scold him. He could only look at Ye Ren for help.

Ye Ren looked at Jiang Fan, who looked reckless and determined to get what he wanted, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He felt that Jiang Fan was confident, but he also felt that Jiang Fan was retreating by advancing.

However, thinking of his own judgment, Ye Ren gritted his teeth, waved to the courtiers behind him and said, "Everyone, get some banknotes for our Shi Jijiu!"

As soon as he said this, not only the court officials of his faction, but even the princes and court officials who were not affiliated with him had a strange feeling.

It really looks like a bunch of gamblers who are so desperate that they are willing to pool their money to have a go.

The atmosphere of this wedding banquet felt like it was going off the rails. It didn't look like a wedding banquet at all, but more like a gambling house, with a group of gamblers competing with the dealer in a battle of wits and courage!

It looked extremely ridiculous and weird. Ye Ren and other court officials were almost turned into gamblers who were desperate to lose money because of the Eighth Prince!

Seeing this, Emperor Yan was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. He was afraid that Ye Ren, Shi Wenzong, Fan Xian and others did not notice that he was unconsciously following his son's rhythm. He was teased and made a mess.

Thinking about how a high-ranking official of the dynasty behaved now, Emperor Yan, while admiring his son's ability to control the situation, was also speechless. These were his courtiers, and in front of his son, they simply became clowns!

Concubine Su, Concubine Ning, and Jiang Xing looked at the strange scene in the field and looked at each other in surprise. The tension in their hearts disappeared, and was replaced by the urge to laugh.

On the other side, under Ye Ren's call, all the ministers had to take out all the silver bills they had and collected a total of 600,000 silver coins.

Although they had not yet confirmed how many duels they would have with Jiang Fan, they had spent all the money they had, so as to avoid being fooled by Jiang Fan due to lack of money!

Ye Ren took out one hundred thousand taels, handed it to Shi Wenzong, and took it back. The expression on his face was both extremely embarrassed and aggrieved.

He is the right prime minister, but now he feels like a gambler betting with his companions in a casino. What the hell is this?

Ye Ren actually wanted to go on strike and quit! Whoever wants to mess with Jiang Fan can do it, he really can't afford to lose face.

But he had no choice but to do it. They were the ones who started the trouble, but the control of the rhythm was entirely in Jiang Fan's hands, and Emperor Yan was backing that guy up.

Unless they want to miss this opportunity to expose Jiang Fan, or are willing to bear the infamy of causing trouble and then running away in disgrace, and let others laugh at them behind their backs!

Otherwise, he would have to follow Jiang Fan's pace! He said he asked you to take the money, so you have to take the money. Why don't you take the money and try?

Jiang Fan said, "You want to get it for free? If I don't do it, there's nothing they can do!"

Shi Wenzong took the banknote and felt extremely aggrieved. He had been trapped in a situation where he could neither advance nor retreat. Why bother? He really wanted to scold Ye Ren and others for not learning their lesson.

I have been cheated by Jiang Fan so many times, but I still jump into Jiang Fan's trap every time. Now I am almost embarrassed by Jiang Fan's tricks, but I still have to bite the bullet and continue.

At this time, Shi Wenzong always felt that their judgment of Jiang Fan might have been wrong. Could such a person really be a waste?

However, thinking of his own methods, he regained some confidence. Or, he was sure to expose Jiang Fan.

Thinking of this, he raised the banknote and said, "Eighth Prince, I have already paid the gambling money, what about yours?"

This guy also didn't forget to make things difficult for Jiang Fan. He couldn't be the only one to be embarrassed.

However, just as he said this, Jiang Fan lazily said: "Shi Jijiu, one duel is two duels. If you ask a question once and lose, you will lose 100,000. If I ask a question once and you still lose, you will lose another 100,000. You have to bet 200,000 taels!"

As soon as Jiang Fan said this, Shi Wenzong almost fell to the ground. What?! You want two hundred thousand taels of gambling money for one game, why don't you go and rob it.

But Jiang Fan was right. There were two fights in a duel. If he asked once, Jiang Fan would have to ask once too. Wouldn't that be two hundred thousand taels?

He opened his mouth to refuse, but when he thought that things had come to this point, refusing would only make him more embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and borrowed another 100,000 taels of silver from Ye Ren.

Ye Ren's eyelids twitched as he watched Shi Wenzong take another 100,000 taels. He almost vomited blood.

He didn't expect that the 600,000 taels he had managed to collect would only be enough for him to have three competitions with Jiang Fan at most.

He wanted to have a few more matches, but now it seemed that there were only three matches left. However, if Jiang Fan lost every one of the three matches, that would be enough!

Maybe after winning, the banknotes in your hand can last longer.

Shi Wenzong took the 100,000 taels of silver note and opened his mouth to say a few more words to Jiang Fan.

But before he could finish his words, Jiang Fan took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, waved them and said, "I have plenty of banknotes, one million taels, is it enough... If not, I'll take more. I can't help it. I met a bunch of idiots recently and won a lot! I'm not short of money..."

As soon as he said this, Shi Wenzong, Ye Ren, Fan Xian, and especially Huang Zhenren's eyes twitched, their blood boiled, and they almost vomited blood.

Only then did they remember that Jiang Fan had cheated them out of a lot of money. Huang Zhenren was the worst offender and almost lost everything. Shi Wenzon wanted to use the gambling money to embarrass Jiang Fan. Isn't this really embarrassing?

Jiang Fan's words about meeting idiots recently, winning a lot, and not lacking money, were just like holding their faces and slapping them in the face one after another! It hurt so much!

This is just digging up their dark history and lashing out at their corpses. Especially the part about meeting an idiot, which made them so angry that they were fuming, but they were helpless!

The other court officials around couldn't help but burst into laughter. The teasing and mocking looks almost made some of them want to find a hole to crawl into.

"Father, please be a witness. The banknotes are here with you..." Jiang Fan ignored Shi Wenzong and others who had ugly expressions, turned around and handed a stack of banknotes to Emperor Yan.

Liu Fu looked at Jiang Fan with some amusement, quickly took the banknote and presented it to Emperor Yan.

Emperor Yan took the banknote, looked at his son, and recalled the scene of praying for rain. He felt more cheerful.

He nodded, looked at the dumbfounded Shi Wenzong, and said with a playful smile: "My dear Shi, where is yours?"

Shi Wenzong came back to his senses, his face looked extremely ugly, such a familiar formula and scene! Why the hell did he feel like he was being tricked!

He thought so in his heart, but he still handed the 200,000 taels of silver to Liu Fu. Liu Fu took it and handed it to the Emperor of Yan.

Seeing the Emperor Yan's familiar movements, the corners of the court officials' mouths twitched. They all looked at Jiang Fan and the Emperor Yan with strange eyes, and then looked at Shi Wenzong, Ye Ren and other officials, with pity in their eyes.