The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Xu Huiling went on stage, still wearing her white veil covering her face.

Like the plum blossoms blooming in the snow, there is a sense of aloofness, nobleness and independence.

Xu Huiling hid the gleam in her eyes and then spoke.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a piece of "Pipa Xing" with its order disrupted began to flow out in her cold voice.

[Pipa Xing??? It’s actually Pipa Xing???]

[I am dying of laughter. I just checked on Baidu. The full text of Pipa Xing has 616 characters. It has a stronger sense of rhythm and is easier to fall into traps. Xiao Haizhou is such a fool that he actually chose Pipa Xing!!!]

[Hahaha, there is nothing wrong with Pipa Xing. I almost vomited when I was memorizing this thing. I bet that all the aliens who traveled to ancient times will know this! ]

Zhao Mianmian:

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Zhao Mianmian glanced at the barrage, then looked at Xiao Haizhou hiding in the dark, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Finally, he pretended to be calm and continued to listen to Xu Huiling reciting "Pipa Xing".

[No, your attention is all on Pipa Xing. Didn't anyone notice that Xu Huiling actually memorized it word for word in a random order? ]

[Oh, what's so strange about this? Since Xu Huiling dared to bet on me to win in front of so many people at the Spring Festival, she must have some skills.

This kind of person must have been a genius with a photographic memory in his previous life, or a liberal arts student who was well-versed in history, geography, and biology. How could it be so easy for him to fall down on a small recitation? ?】

[So, you mean, Xiao Haizhou lost this round? ? ]

[Lose? ? Are you kidding me? You're telling me you lose to a man who holds absolute power?

The reason why he was patiently letting Xu Huiling jump on the stage was just because he was in a good mood and wanted to tease her. Do you really think Xu Huiling has the ability to challenge Xiao Haizhou? 】

As everyone was talking, Xu Huiling finished reciting "Pipa Xing", bowed leisurely, and retreated without looking away.

Not long after Xu Huiling stepped down, someone reported her results.

Xu Huiling memorized 612 words of the 616-word fu.

Except for An Song who was lucky, he almost killed all the other contestants in seconds, and was already sure of victory, and firmly got the ticket to the third competition.

Zhao Mianmian leaned behind the railing of the second-floor box and watched Xu Huiling's competition with a breath of air.

The fair and tender little face was sometimes blue, sometimes white, sometimes clear and cloudy.

I was so anxious that I almost wrote on it.

Xiao Haizhou witnessed the whole process of Zhao Mianmian's "face change". Thinking of the two thousand taels of silver that she had pawned in front of him, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth and looked in a very good mood.

"This Xu Huiling is quite capable. My Lord, you specially disrupted the order of the Pipa Song, but I didn't expect that she could recite it word for word. It's really a bit tricky."

The person who spoke was Feng Chen.

Feng Chen knew that Xiao Haizhou and Wang Yuan came today because of Xu Huiling.

He originally thought that with Lord Xiao taking action, this stranger would definitely lose his composure and reveal his flaws.

I didn't expect that under such great pressure, Xu Huiling could still do it so flawlessly. It's really impressive.

However, just as Feng Chen finished speaking, Wang Yuan took a step forward, suddenly put his arm on his shoulder, and sneered nonchalantly:

"Feng Chen, you can't do this!"

"Do you know what this is called? You are boosting others' morale but destroying your own prestige!"

"She is just a little alien, and a concubine who is not presentable. Let alone Xu Huiling, even Xu Huiling's father can be captured by Xuanlin Guards at any time. How can we talk about whether she is difficult or not?"

When Wang Yuan said this, Feng Chen was stunned.

He glanced at the man standing in front of the railing with his hands behind his back. For some reason, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind:

Maybe Mr. Xiao...is not here for that strange person today? ?

But if it wasn't for the stranger, why would he, who never liked to join in the fun, appear in this place of joy...

Feng Chen didn't have time to think about it, as the Spring Festival competition entered the third stage.

In the second level, ten people were narrowed down to five, and five more people were eliminated.

The only ones left in the competition arena are An Song, Song Qiuting, Wang Luochu, Xu Huiling, and an unknown young man.

At first, Zhao Mianmian thought that the third round would be a competition of some extraordinary talents.

But what the master of ceremonies said almost made her drop her jaw in shock.

It turned out to be... guessing riddles? ! !

The spectators present were equally surprised:

"Oh, no, that's it? Playing the piano, memorizing, guessing lantern riddles? Using a house worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver as a prize, in the end, this is all you're competing for?"

"Hahaha, what do you think it is? Could it be that he is really writing poems or articles?"

"That's right, today is the Lantern Festival, and this Spring Festival party is held to suit the occasion and have fun. If we really do those flowery things, people won't understand what they are saying, so what's the fun in that?"

"In my opinion, guessing lantern riddles is pretty good. As long as you don't write poems or articles, everyone has a chance to win. Otherwise, compared to writing poems or articles, who will win the title of the third place selected by His Majesty?"

"Hahahaha, you're the only one who enjoys watching the fun. Didn't you just say that the third place winner is very handsome and will definitely win today?"

"Oh, it's a different time now!"

Zhao Mianmian didn't care at all what the five people were competing for. She just wanted to know whether Song Qiuting could win and whether she could get her two thousand taels back safely.

Another person who cares about this is Mr. Lan from Lan Kwai Fong.

Boss Lan followed Wang Yuan up the stairs from his hiding place, stood calmly behind Xiao Haizhou, and then reported everything to the Grand Tutor:

"Sir, the betting has been closed at the table outside. The first two games, the open and hidden dealers, made a total of 7.5 million taels of silver. According to estimates, the third game will pay out 2.8 million taels of silver.

That is to say, no matter who wins, our profit today will remain around 4.7 million taels."

After Boss Lan finished speaking, the air became completely silent.

Wang Yuan had long known that Xiao Haizhou was the boss of Lan Kwai Fong, and he also knew that he was the banker of the Bichun Club.

However, when Feng Chen heard the astronomical figure of 4.7 million taels, he was struck by lightning and was petrified on the spot.

Feng Chen:

Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Four, four million... seven, seven hundred thousand taels? ?

Is this a number I can hear?

Although Feng Chen was dazed, he still knew how to conceal his shock.

He pinched his thigh fiercely, and in the excruciating pain he heard the gambling house owner continue to ask Xiao Haizhou for instructions:

"Sir, I wonder who should we arrange to win the third match?"