"Really?" Song Qingyan walked over slowly, stood in front of a fat dude, raised his chin, and said proudly: "Did you hear me say a round of fifty taels of silver?"
The fat dude shook his head decisively: "No!"
Song Qingyan turned to look at a skinny dude: "Did you hear that?"
"No, no, absolutely not!" The skinny dude shook his head and waved his hands, denying it very simply.
"You...you..." Murong Ye looked at the familiar faces and was speechless in shock. Song Qingyan was their friend, and he was their friend, but at critical moments, why did they all support Song Qingyan and refused to help him? Do him justice
Murong Xue sneered, it wasn't that they refused to speak up for Murong Ye, but that they were bribed by Song Qingyan, or caught by him, so they dared not speak up for him!
In other words, Murong Ye was schemed by them together.
"Murong Ye, you have heard what they said, are you still going to argue?" Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Ye, full of complacency.
Murong Ye stared at him resentfully, clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly, his jade-like pupils turned red little by little: he didn't make excuses, what he said was the truth.
"Don't quibble, let's pay back the money!" Seeing him staring at him silently, Song Qingyan snorted in disdain, shook out the written document, and swaggered in front of everyone: "This is the agreement we signed, everyone read it." It's clear, the amount owed by Murong Ye is a bit large, there are witnesses and physical evidence, please don't say that I bully their orphan brothers and sisters... "
Murong Rou stood at the door, looking at Murong Ye with eyes full of anger, with a look of unspeakable suffering, and his depressed mood was instantly relieved: Murong Ye lost half a million taels of silver in one hour, he is definitely a real prodigal son, civil and military officials , the famous nobles will spurn him and loathe him, and his reputation will be completely damaged.
In comparison, the fact that I have only been greedy for nearly a million taels of silver from them in ten years seems insignificant. After all, even if I didn't take those things, I would be defeated by Murong Ye within two hours, isn't it...
Zhen Guohou's mansion will not be emptied by himself, but will be ruined by Murong Ye.
After today, the gossip and gossip that scolded himself will be much less, and Murong Ye's big hand at the gambling table will be spread all over the city...
Seeing the sinister complacency in her eyes, Murong Xue hooked her lips and sneered. This is Murong Rou's purpose, to smear Murong Ye into a worthless and hopeless prodigal playboy. She has been taking things from the shop for ten years. Others won't care anymore...
Because, everything needs to be compared, a despicable and shameless person, compared with a selfless person, people must wish to cut her into pieces, but compared with another even more despicable and shameless person, she is not so vicious .
To discredit Murong Ye and whitewash herself, only Murong Rou can think of such a despicable and shameless method, but she will never let Murong Rou get her wish: "It's easy to change fifty taels to five thousand taels, just add one to the cross." Just leave it alone."
Song Qingyan's eyes froze, and he frowned and looked at Murong Xue: "How can I do such a despicable and shameless thing..."
"It's hard to say!" Murong Xue snorted disdainfully: "Some time ago, a gentle and virtuous wife of your Marquis of Wu'an's mansion almost emptied out my mother's dowry shop, your character as the second son of Marquis of Wu'an's mansion... I really dare not believe… "
Murong Rou's complexion paled instantly, and the hands under her sleeves were tightly clenched: She had spent a lot of effort to divert everyone's attention, and Murong Xue's short sentence made those contemptuous and disdainful eyes fall. Back to himself, it's really hateful!
"I am me, she is her, I have nothing to do with her directly, don't you confuse me with her." Song Qingyan glanced at Murong Rou, glared fiercely at Murong Xue, held the paper agreement in his hand, and waved back and forth in front of her :
"Look, look, this is the proof that your brother owes me a debt. You just pay the money, what are you talking about? Don't you want to pay the money, and you are going to renege on it? It's only natural to pay the debt, If you can't afford to lose, don't play, and if you renege on your debts, your character is so poor that it is hard to compliment... "
"Song Qingyan!" Murong Ye was so furious that if he moved, he would rush to fight Song Qingyan.
Murong Xue stretched out her hand to hold him, and looked at Song Qingyan coldly: "Second Young Master Song won five hundred thousand taels of silver in one hour, his gambling skills are really brilliant."
"Congratulations!" Song Qingyan's chin was raised high, his nostrils were upturned, and he was full of arrogance.
"You have gambled so many rounds, are you the dealer?" Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at him.
"That's right!" Song Qingyan nodded arrogantly.
Murong Xue walked forward slowly, pointed to the iron cup in front of him and said, "Are you using this set of dice?"
"Yes!" Song Qingyan nodded again.
"Gambling with rigged dice, Second Young Master Song, you are blatantly cheating!" Murong Xue grabbed the three dice and squeezed them hard, and the dice instantly broke into two halves.
"Second Young Master Song plotted against my elder brother shamelessly, and taught him a lesson with confidence, and mocked him. Your character is the real scum that makes people dare not compliment you!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the six-and-a-half hollow dice in her palm, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
"Song Qingyan, you're plotting against me." Murong Ye was the first to come back to his senses, shouted angrily, rushed forward viciously, swung his fists, and hit Song Qingyan mercilessly.
When the sharp pain came, Song Qingyan regained consciousness in an instant, and quickly swung his palms to fight back. The two wrestled fiercely, and the scene was chaotic.
The crowd didn't intend to dissuade them in the slightest, they were in groups of three or four, discussing one after another:
"It's really Song Qingyan who is plotting against Lord Murong..."
"No, although the young master is good at gambling, he can be regarded as a measured man. He only gambles fifty taels in one game. Even if he gambles in a hundred games, the loss of silver taels is still acceptable. But Song Qingyan actually changed the betting agreement It's five thousand taels in one game, which is obviously a scam..."
"That's right, first someone plotted against someone's mother's dowry shop, and then he planned other people's silver. The people in Marquis of Wu'an's mansion are really amazing. They know how to bully this fatherless brother and sister..."
"When you get close to vermilion, you get red; when you get close to ink, you get black. There is nothing wrong with this sentence..."
Murong Rou's face was gloomy and terrifying: Murong Xue, it was her who ruined her own good deed...
Murong Ye is tall, and has practiced martial arts for another ten years. His fists are powerful, and his fists are as dense as raindrops, and he smashes Song Qingyan mercilessly.
Song Qingyan was one year younger than him, thin and frail, and only knew a few punches and embroidered legs. After ten moves, he was beaten so badly that he could only parry and had no power to fight back. His face and body were injured, and the pain brought tears to his eyes. Putting his head in his hands, he shouted miserably: "Help, help..."
Everyone turned a deaf ear to it. It's common for children to fight. Fighting is healthier, especially for those like Song Qingyan who are despicable at a young age. They should learn a lesson and have a long memory...
Seeing that no one paid attention to his cries for help, Song Qingyan saw that Murong Ye's eyes were red again, as if he would not give up until he was killed. He was terrified and cried heartbreakingly:
"It was Murong Rou who persuaded me to do this. She taught me to buy dudes and play tricks on the dice. She also said that we would get 50% of the winnings. We are accomplices. Murong Ye, you can't just hit me. …”