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The Ice Queen's Groom Assembly was finally in full swing.

There were venues everywhere in the capital. In an underground gambling den north of the city, a bearded man was throwing a sack full of silver notes onto the largest table. He said arrogantly, "My young lady said to bet ten million taels of silver on He Lan Xue's victory."

The shop owner was holding a magnifying glass to observe the white silver in his hand. He was shocked, and the magnifying glass almost fell out of his hand. He squinted at the bearded man, looking him up and down, left and right, before cautiously asking, "Who is your young lady?"

"Seventh Miss, Seventh Miss." The bearded man raised his eyebrows and proudly said: "The Miss also said that as long as there is someone who wants to bet on He Lan Xue to win, even if we lose, the Miss will compensate everyone."

The gambling house fell silent for a moment, and then everyone went crazy.

The people who had been suppressing Liu Xi and Yan Han immediately changed their direction of the wind, and one by one, handed the silver coins in their hands to He Lan Xue on the stage.

Among them, there were old people, children, and women. There were parents, children, and concubines.

In the moment before the competition, He Lan Xue's popularity jumped from the bottom few to the top few. There was a faint trend of her being first place — of course, it was only limited to the gambling den.

"Go investigate. The twenty thousand imperial guards have families in the capital. Those who haven't received the news are to be sent to their doorsteps to shout. I want everyone who is related to this match to be responsible for He Lan Xue's victory or defeat. " An extremely elegant female voice came out from behind the heavy curtain of the sedan chair opposite the gambling den.

The bearded man who had just emerged from inside respectfully bowed and then quietly withdrew.

"Seventh Sister has paid the bill again." Another voice came from the sedan chair. It was the voice of Feng Jiu.

"I don't think much of this small amount of money." The woman smiled lightly. "I just want to see what kind of talent can make you so willing."

"He's not a talent." The wind blew past, rolling up the curtains, revealing Feng Jiu's pale and tired face. "I just treat him as a friend," he said.

"What about him?" Feng Qi asked.

"He thinks I'm one of his own." Feng Jiu said with a smile, his face was filled with gentleness and warmth: "To be able to be considered as one of our own, that must be a very fortunate thing."

Feng Qi smiled. "As long as you feel happy."

"What about you, Seventh Sister?" I heard that Liu Zhuifeng is currently a guest of Ice Palace. Last night, Lu Chuan went into the palace to look for Liu Chufeng's bad luck. " Feng Jiu's voice seemed to carry a sense of schadenfreude.

Feng Qi naturally understood. She reached out her hand to push Feng Jiu away, and just like her usual siblings, she jokingly scolded him, "You brat, do you dare to ask about my matters!?"

"Is this a private matter?" Feng Jiu asked in all seriousness. Anyone who didn't know what he was talking about would think that he was talking about something very important.

Feng Qi wished he could kick him out of the ring.

"However, did Lu Chuan hurt Liu Suifeng?" Feng Qi asked after a while.

"Is Seventh Sister worried about Liu Suifeng or Lu Chuan?" Feng Jiu calmly asked.

"The dead are naturally worried. They are my friends. "Besides, Liu Suifeng still owes me three million silver." Feng Qi said angrily, "He owes him two years already. He seems to have forgotten about it. I've never seen him go back on his word like this."

"Then what does Lu Chuan owe you?" Feng Jiu asked casually.

"He owes me …" "He owes me his youth. He thinks that my family is illustrious and my beauty is peerless, that I have wasted more than ten years of my life for him in vain, and have now become an old lady who cannot be married off. With such a huge debt, if I do not find him, I will settle it with someone else."

With that, Feng Qi Te calmly concluded, "Therefore, both of them must not get into trouble, or else I will lose everything."

"That's what you say every year, but every year you search for the cream." Feng Jiu scoffed slightly and said slowly.

"Of course not!" Feng Qi felt very wronged. "Those who plundered the cream were my brothers. I picked up the money they didn't want!"

Feng Jiu smiled and did not argue.

Feng Qi turned her head to the side, and the people on the street could just make out her entire appearance, which was somewhat similar to Feng Jiu's. Feng Qi's facial features were also very light, with big eyes, a big nose, a big mouth, and a pointed chin, but when put together, it gave off a kind of unspeakable heroic air, like a wild horse galloping across a prairie. His mane was fluttering in the wind.

It was as if she could make people forget a lot of troublesome matters whenever they saw her, as if she could not mention any of those mundane matters at all. They only wanted to get drunk and enjoy with her.

He had forgotten the customs of the world.

He didn't forget.

The meeting began in earnest.

Feng Qi and Feng Jiu still stayed in the most luxurious teahouse room in Ice Country. They didn't seem to have much interest in the scene.

Other than them, there were also other people in the teahouse — idle people who didn't want to crowd around, who crossed their legs and waited for the servants to pass on their message.

Feng Qi had actually already reserved this restaurant. The reason there were still others was because Feng Qi had rented out the teahouse again.

She pulled a banner at the door, which read: "Don't leave the house, just sit in the tea house and you will know the latest news about the competition. I will invite the most famous lecturer from my teahouse to simulate it on the spot.

Thus, for the sake of convenience and convenience, someone used 10 taels of silver to buy the teahouse, which usually only had 2 taels of silver.

The two hundred teahouses in the entire teahouse were sold out.

Feng Jiu sighed and said, "Seventh Sister, you're really thinking about how to make money anytime and anywhere."

Feng Qi glared at him and said matter-of-factly, "In any case, we still need to listen to books and drink tea. It's so boring for two people. Although the bleeding is not big this time, your elder sister will also feel heartache. "

Tens of millions of silver taels were enough to kill her heartache, so it was only one tael if she could get one back.

Feng Jiu laughed involuntarily.

His usually lazy and indifferent face, because of this, seemed to have a tender feeling similar to that of a family member.

Feng Qi was the only family that Feng Jiu believed to be. He was also the only person in Fenggong that was related to him.

"Then, Mr. storytelling, which one did Seventh Sister invite?" Feng Jiu asked casually while gently shaking the new tea in his hand.

"He'll be here soon." Feng Qi smiled enigmatically. Her face was brimming with energy as she looked forward to it.

While he was speaking, Feng Jiu saw a person unwillingly walking upstairs. He was very leisurely wearing an ordinary commoner's shirt, with his hair tied carelessly on his right shoulder. He was casually walking while holding a stalk of withered grass in his mouth.

However, her appearance was extremely flattering, to the point that even the girls downstairs couldn't help but glance at her 'respectful' appearance.

"I was just about to talk about Mr. Book telling when he came." When Feng Qi heard the sound of footsteps, he also turned his body to face the staircase and said with a smile, "Excuse me, is there any storyteller in this world who is more outstanding than Mr. Escort?"

This time, Feng Jiu truly admired Seventh Sister — in the past, she had toyed with Liu Suifeng to the point of death. He didn't expect that this time, she would actually be able to 'invite' him to speak up for this restaurant. If he bought a table, it would read: A storyteller is like the wind. I'm afraid you can sell it for a thousand taels of silver for a teahouse.

From this, it could be seen that Feng Qi was a generous businessman.

When Liu Zhuifeng was in the middle of the stairs, he had already caught a glimpse of Feng Qi. He took three steps forward, and when he arrived in front of Feng Qi, he bowed and begged, "Aunt, hurry up and tell that madman Lu Chuan clearly. If he continues to torment himself like this, I'll also escape like a madman. You say that I, a great young man, am chased around by Uncle all day long, how embarrassing is that? "

"Why? Didn't you tell me that you want to compete with Lu Chuan?" Feng Qi's eyes were like a typical almond-shaped eyes. They were large, and the corners of his eyes were raised, making him look especially open-minded and refreshing.

"I want to compete, but I don't intend to take my life with me, do I?" Liu Zifeng sighed and said with difficulty, "If this continues, I'll have to consider marrying a woman to fend off the rumors."

Feng Qi covered her mouth and laughed. "Did I hear that you took in a lover last night? When will you get married, and I'll give you a big red packet?"

"How big is the red packet?" Liu Suifeng was no longer worried about his own life as he looked at Feng Qi with glowing eyes.

Feng Qi Sha said in an earnest tone, "If you get married, then the thirty thousand taels of silvers that you owed me in the past will be written off. If that's the case, it should count as a big red packet, right? "

Liu Zifeng looked at Feng Qi's face, which was smiling yet not smiling, and his expression became a bit embarrassed. He coughed dryly and then looked towards the heavens, "When did I owe you silver …"

His voice sounded weak, as though he wanted to act shamelessly but lacked the courage to do so.

Feng Qi smiled slightly and took out a piece of paper from his chest pocket. On the paper, he wrote a few large words arrogantly, "The eighth day of the third month of the first year of inscriptions, borrowing three million silver taels from Miss Feng Qi. If you are unable to repay this debt within three years, you are willing to repay it yourself. "Liu Suifeng."

The handwriting was dripping, and it was so elegant that it was a bit flamboyant. If such a haughty handwriting wasn't Liu Suifeng's, then who else could it be?

Liu Suifeng gave up on the spot and glanced left and right, as if he was looking for a cave in the sky. He quickly dodged and hid first.

"If that's the case, it seems like three years is about to pass." Feng Qi waved the IOU in his hand and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Using your body to repay this debt, I wonder how much money Young Master Liu Yuan can charge for a night in Jiangnan … "I calculate that the most popular trump card has already reached ten thousand silver taels for one night. Young Master's status will be doubled no matter what, twenty thousand silver taels — then it will only take fifteen thousand nights to pay off your debts. Including when there are no guests or when Young Master is feeling unwell, it will be twenty thousand nights, three hundred and sixty-five nights a year. Twenty thousand is fifty years, sixty years, seventy years …"

As Feng Qi spoke, he truly began to calculate with his fingers.