Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 5 Bet
However, the scene was too crowded at the moment, and Sheng Hong and the others could not see the specific scene in front of them at all. They could only vaguely know the result through the reaction of the crowd.

After making up his mind, Sheng Hong immediately stepped forward and struggled to squeeze into the crowd. Unfortunately, there were too many people, and he was pushed out by the guests!

However, being a frail scholar, he was naturally no match for the power of the masses.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed after being pushed out of the crowd, Sheng Hong turned back to look at his wife, wanting to explain something to her.

Unexpectedly!
Turning around, he suddenly saw the disgusted look in his wife's eyes, and the scene became even more awkward!
Sheng Hong smiled brightly and opened his mouth to explain, "My wife, I..."

"No! I have to go check it out!"

Before Sheng Hong could finish speaking, Madam Wang couldn't take it anymore. Thinking of her husband's useless appearance, she insisted on going to the front and overturning the table herself!
"Ouch! No! My goodness!"

Sheng Hong was shocked and quickly grabbed his wife, pulling her along the ground. His face turned red with urgency as he said, "I'll go! I'll go again, okay?"

With that, he jumped forward and plunged into the crowd!
Sheng Hong, who squeezed into the crowd, felt the congestion around him and knew the bitterness in his heart.

However, to prevent Madam Wang from showing off, Sheng Hong had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward again.

However, having gained experience this time, he successfully squeezed inside.

Sheng Hong carefully weaved through the crowd of onlookers, subtly observing the scene.

All the guests gathered together, each hiding in the crowd, watching the spectacle with great amusement!

But in Sheng Hong's eyes, it was extremely despicable!

"These jerks who can't stand to see others doing well!"

Muttering to himself, Sheng Hong paced anxiously back and forth in the crowd, unable to rest for even a moment!
……

"middle!"

At this moment, Gu Tingye in the arena hit the target again with the pitch-pot!
Pitch-pot was a favorite game among officials and wealthy families in this era.

The "pot" used for pitch-pot is specially made, very tall and large, with a spout in the middle and two hollow handles next to the spout. Each time you throw an arrow, if it goes into the spout, you get double the chips; if it goes into one of the handles, you get one chip; if it lands on the ground, you get no chips. The rules vary from place to place, but they are generally the same.

At this moment, Sheng Hong's second son by a concubine, Sheng Changfeng, was hesitant and undecided, clearly not daring to make another move. Sheng Hong, looking at the score on the field from afar, was immediately filled with disappointment.

Based on the current score, there's a very high probability that Hua'er's Pingyan will lose!
Sheng Hong, who had not revealed his identity, remained in the crowd, hiding behind his son, but had no intention of speaking up to warn him.

Sheng Hong covered his face to hide his disappointment, secretly watching his second son's performance and silently praying to himself.

"It has to be a hit! It has to be a hit!..."

His eyes held both undisguised anger and a hint of obvious expectation.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud noise!
Sheng Changfeng failed again!
"Oops! I didn't win again!"

"Yeah! We lost again!"

"..."

Upon seeing this result, another uproar erupted in the arena.

……

At this moment, Sheng Minglan and her maid Xiaodie, taking advantage of their short stature, sneaked in while the guests were making a ruckus and happened to witness this scene.

The game master, who was playing the pitch-pot game, shouted loudly, "Distribute the spoils!"

"Bai Erlang has seventeen incense sticks, Sheng Sanlang has eleven, and the incense is only two inches long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gasped in surprise.

"Good! Good!"

"Amazing! You won!"

Immediately, the crowd became agitated, and the noise was deafening.

Sheng Hong couldn't stay still any longer, so he immediately squeezed out, flicked his sleeves, and strode to the front.

"hehe!"

Sheng Hong arrived at the front of the stage, cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd, and pretended that he had just learned about the matter.

"That explains why there's no one at the banquet."

He first looked around, then warmly greeted the guests and said, "So, you've all come here to watch the pitch-pot game!"

He chuckled and took two steps forward, then looked at Sheng Changfeng, who was holding an arrow, and said, "How was it, Feng'er?"

As he spoke, Sheng Hong approached Sheng Changfeng, took his hand, and demonstrated, reassuring him, "It's just pitch-pot, don't be nervous!" "Aim carefully, come on!"

Secretly, he leaned close to Sheng Changfeng's ear and whispered a warning that was both soft and fierce: "If you dare to lose, I'll beat you to death!"

He was still smiling, but he was saying the most vicious things!

"me……"

At this moment, Sheng Changfeng was filled with regret and fear. He stammered and dared not speak, and even his voice was trembling with sobs.

"I……"

"I……"

"Bang!"

Sheng Changfeng couldn't even hold the arrow in his hand anymore, and it fell to the ground.

"Wow..."

Everyone stirred and began to whisper among themselves.

"Are you admitting defeat?"

Seeing this, Gu Tingye seized the opportunity to mock.

"Humph!"

Hiding to the side, Minglan, who witnessed this scene, became angry!

They've already won, yet they're still so aggressive, targeting the Sheng family!
"Ugh!"

Seeing Sheng Changfeng with his head down, not daring to speak, Sheng Hong sighed inwardly. He forcibly suppressed the strong attraction that inexplicably appeared between his palm and his son's head, rubbed his cheeks, straightened up, and smiled politely.

"Haha! Alright, everyone!"

"Everyone, let's all leave now. Don't watch these children's tricks anymore. Please don't take them seriously. Let's go back to our drinks!"

Outside the crowd, Madam Wang chimed in, "Yes! Yes! Let's go inside quickly!"

In the end, the Sheng family lost face and took the initiative to speak up, pretending that the bet, which could be real or fake, was not up for debate.

"Oh! That's it!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Pitch-pot doesn't count either!"

"..."

The guests all seemed to wake from a dream and responded with cheers.

However, it remains to be seen how much of what people are truly thinking and how much is false.
Not far away, Yuan Jiada and his wife, hiding in the crowd, were laughing more heartily than anyone else.

As everyone dispersed, little Minglan was not satisfied. The precocious little girl took advantage of the moment when everyone was about to leave, secretly slipped into the field, and took out an arrow.

Aim, flex your wrist, throw.

"Bang!"

The arrow hit its mark perfectly.

"middle!"

"Hey! I won!"

Before everyone had left the area, they suddenly saw someone successfully throw the arrow into the pot and immediately turned around and called out.

"Sixth Sister got it!"

"Sheng Molan, the fourth daughter of Lin Qinshuang, exclaimed in surprise."

"Sixth Sister has won!"

This immediately drew all the guests back.

Sheng Hong, who had been in despair, could hardly believe his eyes. He quickly walked to Minglan's side, overjoyed!
"Did you vote for this?"

As everyone left, the Chief Justice had not yet risen. Therefore, when he saw this situation, although he was stunned for a moment, he still loudly proclaimed, "By the order of the pole, ten strokes!"

With a whoosh, all the guests, including Mr. and Mrs. Yuan, stopped and turned to look.

(End of this chapter)