Chapter 104 He wagered his treasured sword on Weiduoluo

  Jingling Gongzi's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he turned his head towards Wei Luo, glancing at her briefly.

  Wei immediately understood what he meant.

  At this point, when the maidservants passed in front of her, Wei Luo slightly shifted her position to put half of her body behind the shadow of Prince Jing.

  When everyone looked at Wei Luo again, they suddenly discovered that in order to see the extremely handsome young boy, they had to look at the Prince of Jing Ling first. Although the Prince of Jing Ling was slightly more handsome than Wei Luo, everyone shrank back a little, and their eyes became much more honest.

  Before long, the maids had arranged all the wine and meat, and in front of Wei Luo, they also piled up a high stack of meat dishes. Among these meats were mutton and some unknown wild game. The millet porridge was cooked into a thick soup, emitting an unusually refreshing aroma, with some unknown seasonings added inside.

  Wei Luo stared at the food with wide eyes.

  In the grand hall, clothes and shoes were fragrant, singing girls' sleeves fluttered, and the sound of sheng and yu was overwhelming, all of which had nothing to do with her.

  Her eyes were filled with nothing but these delicious foods.

  He swallowed hard several times, and Wei Luo stole a glance at the crowd, seeing that almost no one was moving their chopsticks, and couldn't help but feel a bit hesitant.

  In the midst of music and dance, a thick voice suddenly rang out. A nobleman in his thirties with a yellow, thin horse face stood up, clasped his hands and said to Prince Jingling: "Prince, such a grand banquet, with wine and music, how can there be no gambling?"

  His voice was particularly sonorous, like a bell ringing out. As soon as he spoke up, the whispers that filled the hall were all suppressed.

  With everyone's attention, he suddenly drew out the sword inlaid with pearls and jade from his waist and placed it on the table, saying loudly: "This sword was forged by my great master, Husband!"

  He said that, raised the sword high. With a swish, he drew out the scabbard carved with double dragons. As the scabbard was drawn, a gleaming sword blade emitting a faint silver-yellow color appeared before everyone's eyes.

  This sword has a bright silver-yellow light that is extremely clear and transparent, like autumn water. The light on the sword's surface can reflect people, giving a feeling of an extraordinary sharp instrument.

  A noble with a horse face pulled down a strand of hair from his head and flicked it towards the sword tip. In the midst of a deathly silence, the strand floated gently downwards towards the sword tip.

  The hair strand had just come into contact with the sword's surface when it silently and soundlessly broke into two pieces!

  A loud noise, and the crowd erupted!

  Countless applause erupted simultaneously, and the swordsmen sitting on the back benches even stood up to look around.

  "What a rare treasure indeed!"

  "The man who has cultivated the way of sword casting and become a master of swordsmanship, is the sword he casts an ordinary one?"

  "A treasure beyond all price!"

  At that time, a nobleman would often wear an ornate sword at his waist, whether he had business or not. Many times, it was merely a symbol of the wearer's bravery.

  No one had thought that this normally unremarkable Thorn would be carrying such a treasure on his person!

  In the midst of everyone's buzzing discussions, Jing Bu Li proudly puffed out his chest, and a sly smile spread across his horse face. His voice was low and clear as he said: "Today, I'd like to use my masterpiece 'Frost' as a wager, and make a bet with you, young master. Will you accept?"

  He directly opened his mouth and invited Jingling Gongzi to gamble.

  Wei Luo raised her head in surprise.

  Compared with her astonishment, all the noble ladies in the palace were enthusiastic. It seems that this kind of betting is a common thing among the nobles.

  Jingling Gongzi raised his eyes and stared at Jing Bu Li, hesitated for a moment, then asked: "What do you want to bet on?"

  Jing did not leave the gaze of the young master of Queling, Ma Lian smiled and said with a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Bu Li wants to use the person behind the young master as a bet!"

  The people behind the young master!

  Whoosh!

  All eyes were on the back of Jingling Gongzi.

  Behind him, except for a few swordsmen standing at the corner of the hall, there was only one person, and that person was Weiluo, who had a noble air amidst his elegant and refined appearance!

  In an instant, hundreds of eyes focused on Weiruo's face.

  Wei Luo slowly lifted her head, her ink-jade-like eyes meeting the gaze of hundreds of people without a hint of fear. Under everyone's attention, Wei Luo stared at Jing Ye for a moment before blinking and turning to look at Prince Jin Ling.

  Alas, the place where she is now sitting is behind the Duke of Jingling. He didn't turn his head back, and Wei Luo couldn't see his expression at all. In the grand hall, a buzzing discussion sound rose again.

  Those eyes staring at Wei Luo showed a hint of surprise, and faintly, she heard some voices coming over, "Exchanging the famous sword for a beauty?"

  "Preposterous! The sword of the Great Ancestor of the Husband's Clan is priceless, how can a mere beautiful young man be worth betting against it?"

  "This young man is handsome and elegant, with eyes like black jade, and I've also heard that he has quick wit, it's worth taking a look!"

  "Hiss! There are great swords in the world! There are great beauties in the world! A beauty-loving person would exchange a sword for beauty, it's what they truly desire, how can it not be worth it?"

  Wei Luo didn't put those rumors to heart, she just sized up Jing Yi. Meeting her ink jade-like cold eyes, Jing Yi's gaze seemed to have no desire either! Why did he want to get himself?

  The people of Yue Guo also stared at Wei Luo with different expressions. Originally, they thought that the crown princess of Yue would be the center of attention at tonight's banquet, but unexpectedly, the protagonist had changed to this young Wei Luo.

  However, for her, Vietnamese people don't have much prejudice anymore. There's just a bit of thought in her expression.

  After Jing Buli and the others had been quiet for a while, Ma Lian smiled again, and several long wrinkles on his chin shortened. He said loudly: "The bet of Buli is to let a young man and Wei Luo, who is behind Gongzi, compete with swords. If Wei Luo loses, he will be my person after the banquet. If Wei Luo wins, this sword belongs to him. What does Gongzi think?"

  Jing Buli said up to here, and then squinted a pair of yellow eyes to add: "If the young master feels that this bet is too childish, he can also add more stakes."

  As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned their attention to the Prince of Jingling, and everyone was waiting for his decision.

  Jingling Gongzi lazily gazed at the unyielding gaze of Shang Jing, with a glimmer in his eyes as deep as the night sky. His right index finger was tapping lightly on several surfaces.

  Apparently, he is thinking.

  Weiduo is also thinking.

  She believed, just like Gongzi Jingling, that nothing happens without a reason.

  Among the crowd's attention, Wei Luo noticed that the index finger of Jingling Gongzi tapping on the table was a bit straight. It was curved unnaturally.

  She slowly lifted her head and stood up.

  As she stood up, hundreds of eyes with various emotions stared at her again without blinking.

  Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came from some noble ladies sitting on the right side, "What a beautiful young man!"

  "Her face is as white as jade, her eyes are as black as ink, truly lovable!"

  "Alas! I also want to gamble with him."

  "Complexion like jade, hair as black as clouds, bright and clear, my heart is delighted."

  The last sentence was sung, and all the noble ladies were simultaneously silenced. They turned their heads to look at the one who had spoken, a beautiful and plump young woman of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slightly pursed mouth, revealing a few hints of disdain and depression. The girl who had previously said that Wei Luo's "eyes are like ink, truly lovable" spoke in an angry whisper: "Jin Youyi is the shame of noble ladies!"

  Of course, Wei Luo didn't mind these words at all.

  She looked straight at Jing Bu Li, her hands clasped together, and smiled calmly: "Wei Luo, how could you, dare to bet with precious objects? Until today, Wei Luo's appearance was still that of a small, ugly black boy. I don't know why, but when he went to the banquet, he already had the famous sword?"

  As soon as Wei Luo said this, the movement of Jingling Gongzi's hand striking the table paused: Ah, yes, before today, Wei Luo was still a dark and ugly little boy. It was impossible for him to become a beautiful young man so quickly that it would spread throughout the mansion. And yet, Jing had brought such a treasure to the banquet early on. Clearly, he hadn't come because of Wei Luo's good looks.

  What else does a young man like Wei Luo have besides his good looks?

  After thinking about it repeatedly, there is only one possibility, and that is, he is someone that Jingling Gongzi cares about!

  In an instant, half of the people in the hall thought of this point.

  Jing Buxi was stunned, he looked at Wei Luoci in shock and sat down, for a long time he didn't know what to say.

  Jingling Gongzi suddenly burst out laughing, and as soon as the laughter stopped, he said loudly: "Wei Luo has a talented scholar's talent, I love his talent, and it is not possible to gamble with him."

  That's a refusal.

  Jing didn't leave, stunned for a long time, before withdrawing his gaze from Wei Luo's body. He forced a smile, put the treasure back in its scabbard, and sighed: "It was indeed Tang who made the mistake." After speaking, he also sat down.