Chapter 201: Mr. He, want to give it a try?

"Good character." Looking at that character, Qing Feng Da Ru nodded.

"Indeed not bad." Liu Yunfeng also came over, carefully observing and examining.

"Haha, naturally cannot be stingy." Wang Xianshou stroked his beard, smiling satisfied.

Over there, He Tang heard it, his eyes darkened.

The royal academy they cannot compare to; Qing feng Institute has Qing Feng Da Ru presiding, they cannot compare.

Then only the Mingbang Academy and the Tian Yun Academy remained; previously Chun Hua Xue Yuan had not entered, and these two academies have been constantly fighting.

Wang Xianshou's meaning was clear; everyone present was sharp, who could not understand?

"Qing Feng Da Ru takes the final turn, the Princess Consort has just entered, then let's look at mine." Liu Yunfeng smiled lightly, his whole person exuding a warm, jade-like feeling.

He took the wooden box beside him, then opened it, and a fragrance emanated from the box.

"This is a piece of scented ink; I obtained just this piece, I can use any ink myself, so I might as well give it to someone with affinity."

That fragrance is not rich, but very fresh.

The ink of this era, due to craftsmanship and some oil issues, generally carries some odor.

Thus this piece of scented ink is rare.

He Tang took the scented ink, then brought it close to his nose to sniff, a flash of light appeared in his eyes.

"Dean Liu, you are generous this month."

He Tang greatly likes collecting ink, various strange inks, he likes them all, but his collection has never had a piece of scented ink.

For this piece of ink, he is determined to obtain it!

"A coincidence." Liu Yunfeng waved his hand indifferently, also today's gain, he might as well offer the flower to Buddha.

"Let me go first." Qing Feng Da Ru stroked his beard, presenting an immortal wind and bone appearance.

Then he had the boy servant bring over a qin, the qin carved with plum blossoms, without any color, yet fully expressing the artistic conception.

This is…

Several people all stood up, even the usually calm Liu Yunfeng rose to his feet.

Gazing deeply at that qin.

"It has been with me for many years; since Ying Mei Zan Hua left, I cannot return this qin to its original owner."

Qing Feng Da Ru's face showed a contemplative expression, his hand lightly stroking the strings, then looking at the carving, unknown whether he was reluctant to part with the qin or missing the person.

"Today, it is the wager."

After Qing Feng Da Ru finished saying this, he then looked toward Jiang Yunchu.

"Your mother said before, this qin, she lost it in a bet, she will surely win it back."

"But……"

"She no longer has this opportunity, but you can!"

The bet from back then is still vivid in memory, that arrogant girl, her expression still lively.

But now she cannot come to fulfill the bet.

"Wait, this is everyone's bet, not just yours two." He Tang chuckled, interjected, then reached out his hand, wanting to caress this qin.

This qin is not a famous qin, but it is Ying Mei Zan Hua's representative qin, and with this qin, Ying Mei Zan Hua ranked among the four great scholars, engaging in debates with all states, this qin has witnessed it all.

This qin has no particular legend, but in Da Ning it has its own legend.

But just then, a cold sword qi came from one side; He Tang's hand that had just extended hadn't had time to retract before a dagger arrived.

"Yun chu!"

Qing Feng let out a fierce shout.

Jiang Yunchu's cold killing intent instantly withdrew, but a faint killing intent still made He Tang's back drenched in cold sweat.

"Regent's Consort, what do you mean?"

He Tang's legs felt weak, his face somewhat pale, a vicious light flashed in his eyes.

Only seen, Jiang Yunchu's eyes narrowed, the person who just had fierce killing intent already sat down, and everything just now seemed like a human dream.

"What do you mean?"

She didn't even look at He Tang, her eyes held a hint of contempt, but she now lowered her head, so no one could see her expression.

"The wager isn't finished yet, Mr. He, are you so impatient?"

"Before it belongs to you, if you move, I will chop off your hand."

At this moment, she suddenly lifted her head, that pair of eyes, completely black, as if dyed with ink.

"Is my meaning expressed clearly enough?"

Her vermilion lips slightly rose, her left hand tightly gripping the dagger, which she directly plunged into the tabletop; the sound was not loud, yet it seemed to strike everyone's hearts.

He Tang looked at Jiang Yunchu, "You……"

He had been at it for a while, but couldn't get out a single word.

A scholar meeting soldiers cannot explain his reasoning, it's not that there is no reason.

And Jiang Yunchu simply does not reason.

Whoever moves, I will chop off.

Reasoning? Sorry, I can't reason at all!

"Mr. He, want to give it a try?" Her voice, however you hear it, makes you want to be beaten.

"Hmph! Nonsense!"

He Tang's face turned red from holding back, finally he flicked his wide sleeve and sat down in his seat, but his gaze upon that qin carried an inexplicable longing.

"What wager has the Princess Consort set? If there is none, that's also fine." Wang Xianshou spoke up.

They always have a wager each time, also as a pastime; this time it's scented ink and a qin, which he also did not anticipate.

And as the Regent's Consort was participating for the first time, not bringing anything was quite normal.

Jiang Yunchu smiled and said, "Things? I really didn't bring any."

"But… I wouldn't take out a child's drawing and embarrass myself."

"Zi Su, fetch fifty taels of silver notes."

Each of her words was like a dagger, every sentence stabbing into He Tang's heart.

Looking for trouble?

Granny will keep you company until you've had enough!

"If you didn't bring anything, you can make it up next time," Qing Feng Da Ru hurriedly said. Over the past six months he had some understanding of Yun chu's temperament, and he instinctively felt she was about to cause trouble!

But this is the first monthly exam, so we still need to act discreetly, after all His Majesty is still waiting for news.

"Forget it, I'm not in the habit of owing others," Jiang Yunchu raised her hand, and Zi Su had already placed the silver note in her palm.

"My Regent Prince's Manor may not be wealthy, but I cannot let my Wang Fu lose face," she said as her hand fell; the silver note lightly landed on the betting table, yet it heavily struck He Tang's heart.

He snorted coldly, "I, from the Name Ranking Academy, want to see if Chun Hua Xue Yuan is as tough‑mouthed as the Princess Consort!"

He placed another ink stick on that child's drawing.

That ink stick was his favorite, always kept on him, often taken out to look at and play with.

This time, too, he was forced by Jiang Yunchu to take it out; otherwise he wouldn't have produced the ink stick.

Liu Yunfeng raised his eyebrows, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but said nothing.

"The wager is set, what about the contract?" Qing Feng Da Ru looked at Jiang Yunchu, shook his head helplessly, a temperament that cannot tolerate any grievance—truly a child of Kang Ying.

Same foul temper!

"I'll go first, I bet Chun Hua Xue Yuan will have no name on the list." After He Tang said that, he gave Jiang Yunchu a provocative glance.