On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang ignored Zhou Jiashu at all.

"Master, can I ask how many more chances there are?"

The decryption master said: "This kind of code lock is a deadlock after all. Although it is difficult, there are still traces to follow. Therefore, in order to prevent repeated calculations, each lock can only be repeated nine hundred times. Now the horizontal scale on the lock buckle It has reached the end, leaving only a small gap..."

The puzzle master held out three fingers: "There are at most three chances."

If Song Tang used these three opportunities and the scroll was destroyed in her hands, it would be equivalent to offending Ji Yingzhuo.

Someone below was already advising Zhou Jiashu: "Young Master Zhou, you'd better persuade Miss Song to come down. Don't offend others if you don't stand out in the limelight."

If Zhou Jiashu hadn't been concerned about his demeanor, he would have dragged Song Tang off the stage just now.

Zhou Jiashu hesitated about how to get Song Tang down decently.

At this time, Song Tang raised his hand.

"Wait a minute!" In desperation, Zhou Jiashu stopped him loudly.

Everyone looked at him. Zhou Jiashu was unable to dismount from the tiger.

He has always established an elegant and modest persona in front of others. Even if Song Tang has a bad reputation, he cannot directly drag people down.

Zhou Jiashu bravely walked onto the stage, stood next to Song Tang, and said gently: "Tangtang, since you must try, then I will work with you to find a solution."

Then he emphasized: "But after all, this is something that Mr. Ji cherishes. We only try it once. If we don't succeed once, we can't try again."

Zhou Jiashu's tone was gentle and his eyes were affectionate and doting. Although Song Tang was very unreasonable, he was still extremely tolerant.

"It's rare to find a man as emotionally stable and gentle as Mr. Zhou these days. If I were the one standing on the stage now, my husband would probably have kicked me off."

"If Song Tang hadn't used dirty tricks to plot against Young Master Zhou, how could she be worthy of Young Master Zhou based on her status? That puzzle master is really talkative. Didn't Song Tang want to be limelight? Just let her try three times to explode. Paint, let me see how she ends up."

Many women in the audience looked at Song Tang with jealousy, wishing that Song Tang would make a mistake immediately and offend Ji Yingzhuo.

After all, they didn't even have the courage to go on stage, and they were jealous of Song Tang in their hearts.

Zhou Jiashu concentrated on studying the eighteen locks on the painting.

But he had never heard of the name of Sifang State, let alone recognized the symbols. He was now reading a book from heaven, but he had to pretend to be very knowledgeable.

He raised his hand, wanting to dial a string of symbols at random, and then take Song Tang off the stage after completing the task.

Unexpectedly, the hand he just raised was pushed away by Song Tang. She focused her eyes and moved the eighteen symbols in sequence without pausing.

"Tch, it's pretending to be real. The decryption master has just started to operate, and he has to hesitate for a long time before every symbol. What is she?"

"I guess I don't know how to do it at all. I just messed around with it."

Everyone nodded, thinking so.

In the audience, Qi Ye drank tea calmly and had no hope in Song Tang's experiment.

He actually borrowed Ji Yingzhuo's hand to show this scroll to everyone.

Of the nine hundred opportunities to experiment with the code, he used up eight hundred of them.

He is from Sifang State. He knows every code symbol on this scroll, but he never knows which sentence is the answer.

Now that Song Tang has used it, the password has two more chances.

If it can't be opened, it may never be opened.

Qi Ye lowered his eyes and held the tea cup with his fingers.

If it really can't be opened, can he let go?

"Crack clap..."

There was a strange sound of gears turning.

Zhou Jiashu's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step back and pushed Song Tang in front of him!

The expressions of the people in the audience and Ji Yingzhuo on the stage all changed, and they stared solemnly at the eighteen locks that were rotating crazily on the scroll.

"It's broken! Has the scroll been damaged by Song Tang?" "The puzzle master just calculated that there are three more chances. Who knows if it is actually one or three times. Maybe Song Tang tried it the last time!"

"One billion, it's just gone!"

"I told her to come down a long time ago, but she didn't listen. It's really cruel. Next week, the family will have to pay for it."

Zhou Jiashu looked at the eighteen locks of the rotating shaft that were spinning crazily, as if they were about to explode in the next second, and pushed Song Tang angrily: "Look at the good thing you did! You should pay for it yourself!"

Zhou Jiashu had already thought about passing all the responsibilities to Song Tang and asking Song Tang to apologize to Ji Yingzhuo. Unexpectedly, Song Tang was pushed back by him, but one hand helped Song Tang from behind.

Song Tang stood still and looked sideways at Qi Ye, who had walked up to the stage at some point.

However, Qi Ye didn't look at her at all. He just touched the handle when he came on stage.

Although Qi Ye quickly put down his hand after supporting Song Tang, Zhou Jiashu still frowned in concern: "Who are you?"

Qi Ye didn't seem to hear Zhou Jiashu's words. He stared at the scroll spinning crazily, as if there was only that painting in his world and there was no room for anyone else or anything else.

Zhou Jiashu was irritated by his unreasonable attitude and was about to step forward to argue with him when he put a hand on his shoulder.

Zhou Jiashu turned around and saw Ji Yingzhuo smiling at him. Zhou Jiashu could only suppress his temper.

But he just didn't like Qi Ye.

At this time, Qi Ye was already standing in front of the scroll, and the eighteen locks on the scroll were still turning wildly, and he didn't know when they would stop.

At this time, Qi Ye raised his hand and held the eighteen locks.

There was a thud, as if the gears were suddenly stuck, and the eighteen locks fell into silence.

Three seconds later, Qi Ye let go.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw only a piece of old yellow spreading downwards, and then returned to calm.

The scroll was opened and displayed in front of everyone.

Qi Ye was standing at the front of the painting, becoming the first person to see clearly what was on the painting.

Song Tang could only see his back, so he had no idea what his expression was when he saw the painting.

She was curious and stepped forward to take a look.

The first impression is... ordinary.

The scroll is a watercolor painting, painted in a modern style, which cannot last more than thirty years.

The content of the painting is even simpler.

On the garden grass surrounded by a wrought iron fence, a little girl with twin tails was flapping butterflies.

The little girl is estimated to be six or seven years old. The painting is vivid and looks quite smart.

But other than that, the painting has no collectible value, nor is it a masterpiece.

Song Tang thought, if the painting hadn't included a very valuable painting of the girl, then there would be no need for eighteen locks in this painting.

Song Tang tilted his head and gossiped: "Is she your sister or your fiancée? The kind of baby kiss?"

When a man finds a little girl, and it is a little girl from many years ago, there are no more than three types of relationships: relative, lover, and benefactor.

Seeing that Qi Ye remained unmoved, Song Tang added: "Is it still Bai Yueguang who saved you?"

Qi Ye ignored her and didn't even pay her any attention.

Song Tang didn't bother him anymore.

After half a cup of tea, Qi Ye finally turned his eyes to Song Tang and gave her his mobile phone: "Can you take a photo for me?"