Need for a Guard

Seeing the success of the strategy, You Lan covered her mouth, giggled coquettishly and said, "Since Mr. Ma has bet the money, it is natural that Mr. Ma will bet first. The little girl will see how Mr. Ma will kill everyone!"

Ma Wuchang was taken aback by his sudden action: Is my head dizzy?

How could it be 1000 taels of silver?

In case there is a mistake and the chess game is not solved, what can be done!

He quietly probed into his pocket again, but after searching like this, his face turned green with fright.

Because he suddenly found that out of the five 1000 tael bank notes he brought in his pocket, why is there only one left?However, I was only cheated by Hongxing for one bank note, and I bet another bank note for gambling, so there should be three more in my pocket, right?

Now there is only one banknote left, so... where did the other two banknotes go?

Could it be that it was lost?

Hey!

Ma Wuchang's pockmarked face turned extremely pale, he stomped his feet fiercely, but he couldn't remember how he lost it, so he hurriedly ran out, wanting to find the place where he was standing just now.

All the talents looked at Ma Wuchang scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and ran out like a dilapidated monkey, all showing surprised smiles.

Hong Xing hurriedly shouted: "Where is Mr. Ma going? You go out at this time, if you want to come in again, you need to spend 1000 taels of silver, you have to think clearly..."

Ma Wuchang just stepped out of the door with one big foot!

Hearing Hong Xing'er's very unreasonable words, he hastily grasped the door frame firmly with both hands, and forcibly gathered his body, but he ran fast with great momentum.

With a bang, he fell on the threshold.

All the talents looked at Ma Wuchang's distressed appearance, all laughed out loud, and their eyes were full of doubts: This kid is reckless, what kind of treasure is he playing with?

Ma Wuchang had an indescribably bitter smile on his face, and with that pockmarked face, he looked even more ugly!

He frowned and thought deeply, weighing whether he should go out to search for the silver note, thinking that when he took this step, another 1000 taels of silver note was taken out of his clothes for nothing.

He also thought that even if the banknotes were thrown outside, they would either be blown away by the strong wind, or be picked up by shameless lucky people.

Anyway, no matter how I think about it, the banknote will definitely not lie there obediently, waiting for me to put the banknote back into my sleeve again.

Ma Wuchang is still very smart.

Even though it was impossible for him to figure out the lost banknote and was tampered with by You Lan Meimei, he finally figured out the meaning: this banknote is not his own after all...

Having figured out this relationship, although Ma Wuchang felt heartbroken, he returned to the hall with a smirk.

Among the audience, only You Lan and Shi Yue, the pair of evil masters and servants, understood the three tastes!

You Lan pouted her lips and said narrowly: "Mr. Ma, you should hurry up and solve the problem! As long as you can solve it, you will be prosperous..."

"Not only have you got a talent and name, but you also got the rare and unique self-portrait of Li Xianyu. Isn't this the best of both worlds? Hehe... you should hurry up and play chess! This little book boy wants to see how you 'show your face'. "

As soon as the arrangement was mentioned, Ma Wuchang's depressed mood became excited again.

What is it to lose a few thousand taels of silver?

As long as you get rid of the layout and get Li Xianyu's self-portrait, then you will make a lot of money after all...

Ma Wuchang walked up to the high stage excitedly, and smiled triumphantly at the talented scholars: "Scholars, let's see how I, Ma Wuchang, perform an exquisite arrangement.

Shhh!

All the talents booed again, waiting to see his good show...

Hong Xing took the 900 taels of silver ticket again, put it on the table to fill it up, and then stood in front of the chessboard again, and said softly to Ma Wuchang: "Mr. Ma, you hold the red, please go first!"

Facts have proved that Ma Wuchang's wonderful performance has not yet been performed, and the curtain call has already come...

Half-baked, always such a bottle is not full of half-bottle shopping!

Ma Wuchang thought very clearly in the audience, as long as he holds red and makes three killing moves with black chess, black chess will definitely die.

But here lies the beauty of layout!

Often when the mountains and rivers are at the end of the day, there is an opportunity for the willow and the flowers to shine.

When Ma Wuchang was about to reach the third part, he looked excited, raised his arms, and danced: "I won! I won! Li Xianyu's self-portrait is mine..."

Shhh!

And the reaction of all the talents was not surprise, but wanton ridicule and endless white eyes to Ma Wuchang!

From the bottom of my heart, a voice of contempt rose: Is this kid showing off his head?Could it be a puddle of paste inside?

Ma Wuchang pointed at the noses of the talents, and snorted, "Why are you booing? Why don't you applaud? Are you jealous that I solved the arrangement and took away the portrait, and you are not happy? Hmph... I am too lazy to look like a villain. Say you!"

Haha ...

All the talents applauded and booed.

Ma Wuchang still didn't realize it, he waved his folding fan contentedly, and said triumphantly, "It's not too bad, at last you know the current affairs..."

Hong Xing suppressed a smile, her cheeks were burning hot, it was very uncomfortable!

But Hong Xing still said softly: "Mr. Ma, have you been negligent? Hong Xing'er has a coup."

Hong Xing picked up a small pawn on the black chess, moved it miraculously, and just killed and killed, not only eliminated the killing intent of the red side, but also sharply caught the "old man" of the red side.

Moreover, it happens to be a dead general!

"Mr. Ma, black has won..." Hong Xing looked at Ma Wuchang's perverse face, but felt that he was pitiful like a clown.

what?

This... is this a trick?

Ma Wuchang watched Hongxing's ingenious way of taking the sky, and his mouth that burst out laughing couldn't close it anymore.

The mouth grew so exaggeratedly, the back molars were exposed, and he stared straight at the chessboard.

a long time!

Ma Wuchang just recovered from the extreme shock, slapped his thigh fiercely, grinned like a shrew, and wailed: "Oh... my mother..."

What responded to him was still the mocking voices of the talented scholars.

"Mr. Ma, don't yell, how abrupt is it in front of all the talents?"

Hong Xing still suppressed the pity and contempt in her heart, and gently comforted her: "You go back and rest for a while, think it over, and then play chess again, okay?"

Banknote!

My banknote!

Only then did Ma Wuchang remember that his 1000 taels of silver had just been paid in vain: Damn it, losing both money and reputation, this chess game is really a loss.

Taking advantage of Hongxing not paying attention, Ma Wuchang ran quickly to snatch the silver ticket back.

At this moment, he had already decided that no matter if it was acting like a baby, playing tricks, or whatever, he would never let go of this money, even though it was a shame.

Hongxing understood Ma Wuchang's bad intentions, and hurriedly followed behind, trying to warn him not to break the rules.

However, how can he catch up with the hysterical Ma Wuchang?

Just when Ma Wuchang's arm was about to grab the silver note, You Lan's little hand shook slightly, and a sharp needle flew out without a trace, and it was stabbing Ma Wuchang's ankle.

Whoops!

thump……

Ma Wuchang failed and fell under the table, the big bag on his head was broken again, and blood gushed out.

Hongxing then caught up, holding the banknote tightly in her hands.

There was a layer of frost on her charming face, she pointed at Ma Wuchang, and said angrily: "Young Master Ma, you...you bully others, you are acting like a villain..."