Amid the noise, the owner of Qingshan Horse Farm announced that the Jockey Club began.

Feng Changqing looked at Fang Bing's location, probably going to jump into the fire circle. He was about to lead Bao Yue and Zhui Feng over, but suddenly the voice of that person suddenly came to his mind.

"Go somewhere else first."

“Why?”

"If you want to win the biggest bargaining chips in a bet, taking the initiative is the worst way to do it."

Feng Changqing paused and couldn't take any steps.

What he said is indeed somewhat reasonable.

At the fire circle, Fang Bing's sweat and blood had already won a game. Fang Bing's fat face showed joy. The depression just now temporarily dissipated, and he was about to prepare for the second game.

Feng Changqing looked from afar and said slowly: "Then we won't go anywhere, wait for him."

In the space, Tang Jin didn't say anything, but he was much smarter than he thought.

However, Fang Bing's gambling horse in the fire circle actually made the servants secretly pay attention to Feng Changqing's movements.

Except for Feng Changqing's face that was almost exactly the same as his sister, Feng Changqing himself made him feel uneasy.

Although he was provoking these two times, he felt that Feng Changqing was deliberately causing trouble for him.

He was afraid that the poor boy would stumbling in the horse club and ruin his good things.

In recent years, he has basically lost his family property because of eating, drinking, having fun, and gambling horses. He finally got two sweaty horses this year. He must make a good start and must not be destroyed by anyone.

After a while of meditation, the two sweat-blooded horses won again.

At the beginning, the bets were played by ordinary people, so there was no doubt that they would win.

"What?!" A servant said a few words with his ears, and Fang Bing widened his eyes, "What do you think he is doing?"

"Walk the horse..." the servant said, pointing in a direction.

Fang Bing saw that in a clearing area not far away, Feng Changqing walked around with two skinny horses and took a leisurely walk.

"What the hell is this kid...?" Fang Bing's eyebrows were twisted into a hemp rope. Could it be that he overestimated this kid? At this moment, he suddenly suspected that the two were not BMWs at all, and that this kid had also encountered it by chance.

"Mr. Fang's bloody horse is better!" A shout interrupted Fang Bing's thoughts. He turned around and saw the silver contained in the red lacquer plate, and was filled with joy.

The sweaty and bloody horse is worthy of being a famous horse from a thousand miles away. Today he is about to be proud!

One after another, it is hard to see the opponent, and it is the first to win any bet.

Some of the people who came to participate in the Jockey Club were poor people who saved money to buy horses. After they came to Qingshan Horse Farm to open their horizons, they could make some difference by selling the horses. As for the nobles and officials in Hailing, they didn’t think of such a rough trick, but secondly, there is a law that strictly prohibits officials from gambling, but they just watch the fun.

Those who really play are all the merchants in Hailing.

As for the noble Prince of Hailing, I heard that he is a horse lover. He will come every year for the heroes. After that, he will choose one or two BMWs to buy them back.

In just two hours, Fang Bing won all the projects and earned a fortune.

When others saw that he was so powerful, they were mostly afraid.

Fang Bing floated up.

Last year's heroes almost broke his fortune. He sold several branches. Over the past year, Zhong Huai moved around and sold all the farms left by his ancestors, and then he raised money to buy these two sweat horses. Now it seems that he bought the right one, he sent it, and sent it!

He even began to think about marrying several beautiful and young concubines after he went out, and then hired someone to find the Zhong family's father and daughter to "reception" them well...

"Is no one playing?"

Suddenly, a cold young voice broke Fang Bing's imagination.

As soon as he looked up, mung bean eyes quickly searched - not far away, Feng Changqing seemed to be boring to walk the horse, and led two thin horses to the fire ring.

Fang Bing sneered, haha, I almost forgot him. Since he came to him, how could he show mercy?

And the appearance and figure of this boy... Tsk tsk, he heard that some boys had tender skin and tender flesh, which tasted good... Look, the pair of mung beans had a slight plan in their eyes.

"Let's play, which one do you want to play with?" Fang Bing walked forward.

"It's you?" Feng Changqing turned his face away, "You won all the game. Isn't it a waste of fun to play with you? What's more, if I beat you and snatch your horse, we are destined to be unable to have fun."

"No." Seeing that he was about to leave, Fang Bing quickly walked up to him, "Look, if I don't play, no one will play with you. I'm happy today, so I won't care about what I used to be. I'm so excited and want to play two more games."

Feng Changqing looked around and saw disappointment on his face as he said.

Fang Bing thought that he was a young boy and lacked concentration. As long as he was attracted to the game, wouldn’t he let him control it?

Fang Bing continued to work hard: "Otherwise, bet smaller, I will be the sincerity of my master!"

"Then...it's fine, you only play two games, don't bully the small ones by the big ones."

"Okay, what do you think you are playing?"

"Just the Fire Circle, I like that." Feng Changqing smiled.

She used to laughing in her previous life. After her childhood was so cold that she was not as warm as she was, she was exhausted and did not understand how to communicate with the world. So she smiled when she met everyone, looked politely, so that others would be comfortable and not embarrassed.

Fang Bing lost three souls and two spirits. This time it was not because of the sweet smile that was exactly the same as the deceased girl. He had already won the pleasing and evil to the point of being brave.

"Okay! Bet!"

Feng Changqing took out a stack of silver notes, and seemed reluctant to let it go. After thinking for a long time, he put fifty taels of silver notes in the referee's pallet.

Fang Bing smiled, and when his eyes swept over the two skinny and one-eyed horses behind Feng Changqing, his mouth couldn't be closed.

"That's fine, that's fine!"

He grabbed a handful of silver notes and put them on the other side.

With the sound of a whistle, the sweaty and blood horse ran away, moving neatly and agilely, jumped directly over the chain of fire circles, and then went around after reaching the wooden stakes with red flowers, and ran back, the speed was so fast that it was like lightning.

On the other hand, the Feng Changqing Sect is the dark horse chasing the wind. The horse walked to the circle of fire and wandered around the circle of fire for a few times, without any intention of jumping.

The burning flames made a crackling sound of sparks exploding, and Zhuifeng was so shocked that he took several steps back and almost fell.

The people around him laughed loudly: "What is this kid doing? Can this kind of horse also want to win the bloody horse?"

Feng Changqing's face was as usual, and she chased him over and kept talking to the horse, as if she was coaxing him to play well. The horse boy next to her even chased him after saying "Oh" several times, "If the horse comes in, the master can't come over, go out!"

Feng Changqing had no choice but to be pulled out, Zhuifeng was still spinning around the place. At this time, Fang Bing's sweaty and bloody horse had returned to the place, and the gong sounded, "Win the sweaty and bloody horse!"

The horse boy stepped forward and took away the silver notes Feng Changqing put in the lacquer plate and put them on Fang Bing's plate. Fang Bing haha: "Little boy, you can't do this horse."
Chapter completed!