There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 43
There was an eerie silence in the box.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Lin Chuan who looked calm, as if they had seen a ghost.

Lin Chuan actually bets on himself to win the top prize in poetry?
A full 2000 taels were also deposited?

"Haha, what a joke, this is the funniest joke I have ever seen today!" The classmates who knew Lin Chuan's details were laughing so hard.

"Lin Chuan can only recognize a few words, and his poems are not as good as those of a three-year-old child. Are you still thinking about Shi Kui?"

"what a shame!"

"Disgrace the county school, disgrace Mr. Liu!"

"We, the county school students, are ashamed to be with this person..."

"..."

The classmates in the county school ridiculed him mercilessly.

Liu Ziyun's face was livid. He just thought that Lin Chuan was betting for him, but it turned out not to be...

This made Liu Ziyun feel like his face was on fire, and his small eyes narrowed into a line and stared at Lin Chuan.

Opposite me, the middle-aged celebrity was stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, and commented: "Young people are scary!"

The other celebrities and businessmen all applauded Lin Chuan's "stupid" behavior. The more Lin Chuan bets, the more they will earn later.

There was even a businessman who thought that Lin Chuan was a fool who didn't understand anything, and encouraged him to bet more...

Lin Chuan sneered without any response. He slapped the 2000 taels of silver notes on the table, turned around and sat back down.

Su Xian and him looked at each other, nodded to each other, and said nothing.

after a little while.

Finally, Bi'er, Miss Xiaoxian Zi's personal maid, came to the box with a pile of poems in her hands.

Swish!
Everyone's eyes fell on Bi'er.

Bi'er already knew that there was a gambling game in the box. After bowing her head, she glanced at the small wooden table filled with banknotes.

Then he glanced in the direction of Su Xian and Lin Chuan, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

"Miss Bi'er, who is Shikui?"

"Is it Mr. Liu?"

"..."

Liu Ziyun, as well as the middle-aged celebrity, tilted their upper bodies slightly, and fixed their eyes on Bi'er.

Su Xian, Lin Chuan, and everyone present were staring at her closely. What followed was the most tense and exciting moment.

Shikui's name is very important.

It's not just about face, it's also about thousands of taels of silver.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Miss Bi'er flipped through the stack of poem manuscripts in her hand, pulled out one of them and put it on the top, and stared at the wooden table full of bank notes.

Finally he said with a smile: "Miss, I know you have started a gambling game, so there are at least 6000 taels on the table, right?"

"Pretty much." Someone responded.

"The young lady said that since ancient times, there has never been a better writer than a martial artist, but the lady has a sharp eye, and she deserves to be the best poet." Miss Bi'er's eyes slowly swept over Su Xian and Lin Chuan.

When everyone discovered this scene, their hearts suddenly became clear.

Miss Bi'er was so considerate that she comforted Lin Chuan in advance.

Liu Ziyun and the middle-aged celebrity looked at each other with sharp eyes, like big cocks with their heads held high.

"After the Shikui is announced later, someone will definitely suffer heavy losses. Until then, please don't be angry or angry, after all!"

Miss Bi'er's voice suddenly rose, and everyone was shocked, "After all, this is Pinyu Pavilion, so it's better not to make trouble here."

Everyone's heart froze.

The forces behind Pinyu Pavilion are so powerful that it is indeed difficult to cause trouble here.

The sharpness in the eyes of Liu Ziyun and the middle-aged celebrity also softened a bit.

"Linchuan, did you hear me? Don't make a fuss later." A classmate looked at Lin Chuan with a smile.

He actually laughed at him in front of everyone.

Lin Chuan was too lazy to pay attention. If it was normal, he would definitely not be able to swallow this breath, but this time...hehehe.

Miss Bi'er was all smiles, and her eyes wandered around the audience. She first looked at the middle-aged celebrity, paused for a while, and then looked at Liu Ziyun.

His gaze paused for a moment, then slipped away, finally landing in the direction of Su Xian and Lin Chuan.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand what Miss Bi'er meant?
Could it be that Lin Chuan won the title of Shigui?

This is impossible!
"The Shikui that Miss is kissing is Mr. Lin Chuanlin!" Bi'er's voice was clear and clear, and everyone could hear it clearly.

boom!
Liu Ziyun and the middle-aged celebrity seemed to have been hit by a sap, and they were a little dizzy. They suspected that they had not heard clearly, so they asked: "What did Miss Bi'er say?"

"Shikui is Mr. Lin Chuanlin!" Bi'er repeated with a smile.

This time I heard clearly.

But... that's impossible.

Swish!
Suddenly everyone turned to stare at Lin Chuan, some were shocked, some were angry, some were cold, but most of them were in disbelief.

Lin Chuan suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up and bowed: "Thank you Miss Xiaoxian Zi, thank you Miss Bi'er."

Then he took two steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all."

Everyone was stunned again, thank them for what?
Soon, everyone understood that if Lin Chuan won the top prize in poetry, then the 6000 taels on the table would be his, and these silver taels belonged to them half a quarter of an hour ago...

For a moment, everyone present felt as if they had eaten flies.

Especially those who had just mocked Lin Chuan, their faces turned red, as if they had been slapped dozens of times.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Su Xian sat in his original position without moving, smiling and saying nothing.

Although Lin Chuan stole the spotlight this time, he also absorbed all the firepower.

After all, Lin Chuan is backed by the big family, so he is not afraid at all, maybe he still enjoys it.

But Su Xian was hit with a huge sum of 3000 taels of silver without saying anything, and he really made a lot of money.

Being humble and growing up, and making a fortune in silence is what Su Xian should do now.

Moreover, Lin Chuan's poem was actually written by him. Lin Chuan's limelight is equivalent to Su Xian's limelight...

"This is impossible!" Finally, someone questioned.

"Yes, I know exactly what kind of performance Lin Chuan learned in the county, so even his crooked poems can catch the eye of little fairy Zi Zi? This is impossible!"

"..."

For a time, more than four-fifths of the people were questioning.

Miss Bi'er always had a smile on her face. She held a poem manuscript and said with a smile: "I knew you couldn't accept it, so I ordered me to read Mr. Lin Chuanlin's masterpiece in public."

The box fell silent.

Bi'er cleared her voice and read:

""Snow Plum"!"

"Mei Xue is fighting for the spring but is not willing to come down, so the poet puts up a pen fee to comment on the chapter."

"Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum."

"If you have plums but no snow, you won't be spiritual; if you have snow but no poetry, you won't be vulgar."

"It's snowy all day long, and it's very spring together with plum blossoms."

The poem is over.

The box was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

The eyes of the middle-aged scribe suddenly lit up, his expression was very serious, and he stared at Lin Chuan several times.

The corners of Liu Ziyun's mouth kept twitching, and his small eyes narrowed into a line and stared at Lin Chuan who was smiling, and his hands in his long sleeves clenched into fists.

The county school students in Confucian shirts were shocked and astonished. They wanted to refute that the poem written by Lin Chuan obviously didn't make sense... But Miss Bi'er had something to say first, and this was Pinyu Pavilion.

Even Liu Ziyun didn't dare to be presumptuous here.

So the students silently accepted this cruel fact.

The rest of the businessmen, celebrities, etc. were stunned. There is no doubt that this is a good poem, but why did the group of scholars in Confucian shirts say that?So much so that they were misled…

Then, everyone's eyes fell on the table in the middle of the box.

Their banknotes no longer belong to them from now on!

[Seek for collection, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for monthly tickets]

(End of this chapter)