The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Hearing someone talking to her, Zhao Mianmian quickly turned her head to look.

When she turned her head, she saw a familiar face.

The owner of that face was not very old, and even though he was wearing the most ordinary clothes, he could not conceal his noble aura.

Zhao Mianmian instinctively felt that she had seen this little brat somewhere before, but she suddenly couldn't remember where for a moment. She could only frown and hide behind Dong Zhu with a defensive look on her face.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all big shots, and each of them had a photographic memory. Almost as soon as Liang Yuansheng showed his face, they recognized this little emperor of Tianying.

However, when everyone saw that Zhao Mianmian looked unaware and deliberately hid behind Dong Zhu, as if she didn't want to have anything to do with Liang Yuansheng, they all shut their mouths and became spectators.

Zhao Mianmian: [What does he want to do? ? ]

Barrage: [Anchor, you don’t even know him? ? ]

Zhao Mianmian: [??? Who is he? ? ]

Barrage: [Think about it, think about it again! ]

Zhao Mianmian: [No, no, who is he? Should I know him? ]

Barrage: [A reminder: Winter Solstice Banquet, Harem. ]

Zhao Mianmian: [(???)]

Zhao Mianmian really couldn't remember Liang Yuansheng's face, but the comments didn't say it directly, so she could only hide behind Dong Zhu and stare at others.

Liang Yuansheng glared at her and smiled unhappily, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart, as if he was talking to a cow.

"We met before in Dongming Palace. How come you forgot it so quickly?"

Zhao Mianmian shook her head and said frankly:

"Can not remember."

Liang Yuansheng raised his eyebrows and took another step forward.

He originally wanted to say a few more words to Zhao Mianmian, but the attendant beside him saw someone from afar, hurriedly pulled his sleeve from behind, and winked at him.

Liang Yuansheng had no choice but to raise his head and look in the direction the attendant indicated.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it. Once he saw it, Liang Yuansheng's face changed color instantly.

No one knew who Liang Yuansheng saw, but he shuddered all over, like a small animal that had encountered its natural enemy, with all its thorns standing up.

"I... I have something to do and I have to leave first. Remember to choose An Song. An Song is well-educated and is the new third place winner this year. His literary talent is unmatched by ordinary people. You won't go wrong if you bet on him!"

After saying this, Liang Yuansheng hurried away while Zhao Mianmian looked puzzled.

Zhao Mianmian scratched his head, looked in the direction Liang Yuansheng left, then looked at the hanging nameplate, and was a little undecided for a moment.

"Ah... Sister Dongzhu, which one should I choose?"

Dong Zhu didn't quite understand the strength of those two people, but Zhao Mianmian picked her to ask, so she could only continue with the conversation:

"The daughter of the Wang family is the most talented woman in the capital. Her strength is obvious to all. She must be quite outstanding."

"But Master An is the newly promoted third place in the imperial examination. Since he has been appreciated by the emperor, his literary talent must be extraordinary."

"If Sister really can't decide...why not split it in half?"

Zhao Mianmian's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Oh, why did she hang herself on a tree?

Instead of choosing between Wang Luochu and An Song, she might as well bet one thousand taels on each of them. This way, no matter which one wins, she won't lose everything!

[Haha, host, you are really smart. ]

[You only have 2,000 taels, and you want to give each of them half? Can you be a little more courageous than Xu Huiling and just go all in? ? ]

[Host, you really can't blame me for looking down on you. Have you ever calculated that Wang Luochu's odds are 1 to 2.1, and An Song's odds are 1 to 2.

If Wang Luochu wins, you will only earn one hundred taels. If Master An wins, you can only draw at most. If both of them lose, you will lose everything.

So in the end, you either lose everything or make a hundred taels of silver. Are we supposed to do nothing but stay in your live broadcast room and watch you go through so much trouble to make that hundred taels of silver? ? 】

[Hahaha, this is so funny, I seriously doubt the host is bad at math.]

[Is there any doubt about this? Pull out a chicken and scatter some rice, the chicken's choices are better than hers. She actually said that each person bets half, what kind of risk hedging is this? It makes me laugh! ]

Fans in the live broadcast room were very angry because Zhao Mianmian wanted to divide the two thousand taels of silver into two people. Zhao Mianmian was so angry that he couldn't help but overturn the table.

【(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻】

[Okay, stop talking! So who do you choose? ! ]

Barrage:

[It's obviously An Song. Didn't the little emperor remind you that An Song is well-read and has won the title of the third place in the imperial examination this year. His literary talent is unmatched by ordinary people. He is most likely the first place winner of the Spring Festival Competition this year! ! ]

[No, no, this can also be decided internally? ? ]

[Oh, you are so naive, right? Even if the little emperor is stupid, Xiao Haizhou is not stupid. How could he give away a priceless house as a prize to a bunch of idle young men who only know how to indulge in romance? ?

Since Xiao Haizhou dared to take it, it meant that the prize was under his control and he would definitely give it to the person he wanted.

An Song is a newly promoted third place winner and a child of a poor family. It is possible that Xiao Haizhou and the young emperor are trying to win over the poor family and add some strength to themselves! 】

【That makes sense! That makes sense! 】

[Ah, after your analysis, it seems to be true! In that case, the anchor should stop betting on Wang Luochu and just bet on An Song! ]

Zhao Mianmian frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, her eyes suddenly lit up and she mentioned something completely irrelevant:

[Wait wait wait, are you saying that the little brat who just talked to me is the little emperor of Tianying? ? ]

The audience in the live broadcast room felt that Zhao Mianmian was hopeless and directly expressed in the barrage that they didn't want to talk to her.

[Haha, you reacted pretty quickly, host. Why didn’t you wait until the Spring Festival was over before you thought of it? ]

Zhao Mianmian: [……]

Zhao Mianmian knew Liang Yuansheng's identity, and believed what the big guys in the live broadcast room said about winning over and appointing someone, so she hurriedly found An Song's name and asked Dongzhu to order the tickets.

But just as Dong Zhu left, Zhao Mianmian noticed another person with her sharp eyes.

The man was standing outside the betting venue. He was wearing a moon-white coat, but he was serious and gave people a low-key and solemn feeling.

It was actually... Xiao Haizhou!

Zhao Mianmian didn't know why Xiao Haizhou appeared here at this time. She thought of the last time he touched someone's abdominal muscles for a big sword. Her face turned red and she subconsciously turned around to run away.

But after running two steps, she was really worried about her two thousand taels of silver, so she ran back happily and approached with a shameless face.

"Meet Master Xiao."

Zhao Mianmian bowed to Xiao Haizhou respectfully and seriously.

Xiao Haizhou originally thought that Zhao Mianmian would hide when she saw him, but he didn't expect that she would dare to come close to him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Ok?"

Zhao Mianmian ignored the teasing look on Xiao Haizhou's face. Her mind was now full of two thousand taels, so she smiled and got straight to the point in front of the man:

"I wonder who Sir Xiao bet on to win this Spring Festival?"

Xiao Haizhou stared at the two dots on Zhao Mianmian's head for two seconds.

Two seconds later, he drooped his eyelids to hide the gleam in his eyes.

He put his hands behind his back and then calmly replied to Zhao Mianmian:

"Song Qiuting."

Song Qiuting? ? It was actually Song Qiuting? ? ?

When Zhao Mianmian heard these three words, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't even bother to say anything else and rushed out with a roar.

Zhao Mianmian ran to stop Dongzhu who was ordering the flowers, and took out a note from Song Qiuting:

"No, don't take An Song, take Song Qiuting!"

"Two thousand taels, all bet on Song Qiuting!!"

Dong Zhu didn't know what Zhao Mianmian had gone crazy for. She looked at the man from a distance, nodded slightly, and placed a new bet according to Zhao Mianmian's request.