(758 Giving up his wealth just for love, exhausting his cunning and failing)

Song Ruqing is not actually missing, he just fell in love. Regardless of whether he is the head of the Song family or not, he is a young man in his twenties. He naturally falls in love inadvertently.

He was originally just an ordinary child of the Song family, and he was Song Ruhai's cousin. They weren't that different. But fifteen years ago, when he was only twelve years old, he suddenly won the championship in one fell swoop with an incredible victory record in the money guessing conference and became the head of the Song family.

Since then, his life has been completely different from Song Ruhai.

In the first few years of his tenure in this position, he also needed to worry about his position being vacated by the extremely prestigious treasurer, that is, his uncle Song Xiangyi. At that time, he still had to rack his brains to deal with it. Until he finally found a reason to sweep Song Xiangyi out of the house.

He found a man who was no threat to him and who was close to him to act as the chief treasurer. In fact, in this position, with so much capital in hand and control so many industries that can be used, as long as they are not too dead, normal people will do well.

Since then, his life has become boring, and his whole life seems to have turned gray.

Song Ruhai has been cultivating hard in the Xuanmen for fifteen years, while Song Ruqing is living in the Song Mansion with nothing to do, enjoying everything he can enjoy, and finally entering the point where he is bored with everything he does and has nothing to do.

Life is like a year, but he doesn't want to die. It's like sleeping too much and can't sleep, but you can't get out of bed. But he wasn't interested in letting him do anything. Because he has already enjoyed everything he can enjoy. He wasn't even interested in cultivating immortality.

What's the point of being old and alive, it's better to be fed up with dying naturally and being reincarnated......

Of course, he thinks this way now, and it is difficult to say whether he will think this way when he is dying. So from time to time, he would also find some masters of the Xuanmen to teach him to breathe and regulate breathing. But it's too hard, and it's a sin to live forever like this. Let's wait until tomorrow.

Until he saw the bright color of his life again.

That day, he was looking boredly at the window at the courtyard, and although it was late autumn, the flowers and plants were still flourishing like spring. At this time, a maid dressed in black armor walked down the long corridor.

She is not tall and slender, but she has amazing perfect proportions, like a slim bamboo in the wind.

A wisp of green silk curled a little wearily in her ear, like some kind of beautiful vine whisker. Her eyes were as clear as spring water, and on her quiet face, there seemed to be a thousand words hidden in her pursed lips.

This maid called Night Nu'er is not a mortal, she is a female cultivator, and she has served the head of the family in the Song family's mansion for I don't know how many years, and I don't know how many masters she has served. Song Ruqing naturally couldn't have met her for the first time. But I don't know what the situation is, he usually turns a blind eye to this woman, but this glance goes straight to the heart of the marrow.

His life finally took on color. They soon swore an alliance together.

"I hate the Song family. One night slave said.

"I hate it too, it's a prison cell with a lot of money. I couldn't take it anymore. In this regard, Song Ruqing and her hit it off.

"Then take me away, don't tell anyone, we'll never come back. ”

"Okay, it's a deal!"

So the two ran away quietly, running unconsciously, and from this night on, no one in the entire Song family knew Song Ruqing's whereabouts. It's just hard to say who kidnapped whom.

If he hadn't walked so cleanly and quietly, just asking for a leave of absence from the Elders' Council, such as going out to have fun for a year and coming back, the Song Elders' Association would have no choice but to let the head of the family go crazy. In this case, the property is operated by a big treasurer, and the decision-making power of the head of the family is temporarily represented by the Elders, as long as his life is still peaceful, the Song family can continue to maintain.

But he slipped away and didn't leave a word, and in this case, once he encountered a situation that required the head of the family to make a decision, he would be stuck. The Council of Elders has no choice but to open a "guess the money conference" to re-elect the head of the family.

So when Song Ruqing continued to linger with the night slave in an unknown place, Song Ruhai was continuing to fight Fengtao Pavilion, approaching his position as the head of the Song family step by step.

After another extremely tragic battle, the two sides went back and forth and killed I don't know how many times, and no one refused to admit defeat, Song Ruhai finally won the last crucial game completely by luck.

Song Ruhai finally breathed a sigh of relief. He has reached the semi-finals! If he wins two more games, he will become the real head of the Song family! The only pity is that today's gamble is over. The final four battles are extremely important and will not be held consecutively here.

According to the usual practice, the final battle of the top four will be in a place where everyone can watch, under the witness of many children of the Song family, the new head of the family will be decided, and the approval of the magic circle passed down by the ancestors of the Song family. Since then, there has been no one to challenge his position. Song Ruqing can be swept into the garbage heap of history.

And in another seat in the same attic, the hook is in the middle of a jaw-dropping.

Whatever he does, he almost always deduces everything in his head in advance. What will he do first, then what happens in the middle, how will he deal with it, and what will be the final outcome. So even if he loses, it will be in his expectation, and it will never be so repeatedly beyond his expectations.

The world is like a tree that is constantly branching off, and every outcome he sees is just a leaf. As long as he sees the direction of each branch, he will naturally see the end.

However, everything is out of order here! It's as if he had sketched the whole tree in advance, and he saw the direction of each branch, but every time he reached the end, the leaf he saw was actually different from what he had drawn beforehand.

After each time he tried it, he determined the other party's reaction and made it clear that the bowl was facing up with a human head, but after the man opened it lightly, what he saw was the year name!

Gou Zhu thought calmly, which only showed that there was something wrong with the logic of his imaginary inference. The tree of things in his heart was inconsistent with reality from the beginning.

Perhaps this unattractive woman had already seen his way of judging. Whether it is the subtle movements of the hands or the fluctuations in the heart, they are actually pretended. As long as she deliberately disguises, she will indeed be deceived.

Well, since you're pretending, I'll judge the other way around in the next game.

But he lost again!

He secretly thought that since he believed that the other party would disguise various performances to tempt him to be fooled and adopt the opposite strategy to guess, Song Lan on the other side would also realize this. Then Song Lan intends to flip the strategy again to fool him.

So what about the next game? At this point, it can only be said that his method of observing words and colors and judging what is under the bowl through the fluctuation of divine consciousness has failed. False and real, real and virtual, they have stood on the same level and began to bet on each other's mentality.

Song Lan did grasp his mindset, but she was not necessarily stronger than him. Because the fixed pattern of thinking is the shackles that the dull man himself puts on himself. It's easy for him to break out of that stereotype. Even if he may not be able to defeat this strange woman, he can still do it back to the point of pure luck.

He decided not to make any judgments based on the performance of the other party. Because those judgments, whether positive or negative, are a kind of interference and traction in his thinking.

He thought about it, and he guessed the head in the next three consecutive games. No matter what he saw, no matter how he won or lost, he was determined.

The woman's gentle face had a slight smile that made him hateful, and each time she carefully held the copper coin a little jerkily and put it under the bowl and turned it over. Gou Zhu could even tell by the movement of her wrist how many times she flipped over.

But it's useless. He didn't know where the coin was heading, and even the action might have been a disguise.

"Head!" Gou Zhu didn't think about it at all, and played his cards directly according to the established plan. And yet he lost again! Another hundred taels!

Lost three games in a row! She actually buried her head in three games in a row. Is she a god who can see the future?

Gou Zhu scratched his head a little fiercely, scratching it rustling, and he watched the silver he had won pass like water, and felt a burst of flesh pain that pierced his heart. But the woman still smiled softly and continued to win.

It is even more terrifying for him to bury coins and guess to the other party, whether he buries the year number or the head, the other party does not look at his eyes at all, nor does he make any verbal temptations. As soon as he clasped the bowl, Song Lan immediately said the correct answer, as if the bowl was transparent to her.

Lost more than fifty times in total, Gou Zhu sighed, and he completely admitted it. Seeing that only half of the nearly 10,000 taels of silver he had won was left, and the good man did not fight with the woman, he decisively chose to surrender.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a question: Song Ruhai wants to seize the position of the head of the Song family?