scolded angrily in his heart: Dead scum, stinky scum, when you return to Ling Mansion, you will be finished!

"Luo'er, look, they all say that you are my daughter-in-law." Under Ling Luo's murderous gaze, Xuanyuan Yu was still smiling and behaved.

Ling Luo still wanted to scold him, but at this time, the beautiful person in charge of the gambling stone field began to speak: "After placing the bet, start cutting the stone." ”

The entire hall fell silent, and countless scorching eyes converged on the sharp stone-cutting knife.

With the knife in his hand, the half-human-tall baby-shaped bluestone was cut in half from the center.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and a fist-sized hollow in the center came out of the stone, and it was still a stone.

"How is that possible?!"

"I was really told by that little girl!"

"Is there any mistake, I bet a hundred taels of silver, and I lost it all now!"

……

There were exclamations from the crowd and the wails of losers.

The corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked up a faint smile, her spiritual perception was really good.

"Luo'er, you're amazing!" Xuanyuan Yu won the money and was very happy, "I know that you can do it." ”

Seeing this, the people who had ridiculed Ling Luo before all frowned and glared at them rather unhappily.

"It's just a coincidence of good luck, what's the spirit." The first person to say cool words was the handsome young man dressed as a scholar.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw a beautiful woman in charge of a red plum and white gauze standing at the sandalwood pear table coming over to comfort him, and said, "Yu Qishao, don't be angry, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence." ”

Yu Qishao?

The first merry son of the imperial capital of Yingyang, Yu Zi'an?

Ling Luo deliberately stared at Yu Zi'an a few times, Yu Mingshen's youngest son, who is extremely proficient in poetry and songs, likes to linger in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou and talk about Fengyue with the women in the market.

"Hmph, how generous this young master is, how can he be as knowledgeable as this kind of illiterate ordinary people." Yu Qishao pretentiously took out a folding fan from his sleeve, opened it pretending to be chic, and gently fanned the wind.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, full of the pride of a gentleman, but when he turned his head and saw Ling Luo's appearance clearly, his face suddenly fell.

"How are you?" Yu Zi'an looked at Ling Luo with an unhappy expression, "The third lady in Ling Mansion who has taken shit luck?" ”

Gone shit luck?

Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was very dissatisfied with this word.

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression crossed the cold, and said unceremoniously: "Yu Qishao is really joking, Luo'er she has defeated many challengers and become the most talented person in Ling Fu's generation, you claim to be a scholar, how can you use such vulgar words?" ”

Yu Zi'an's displeased gaze moved to Xuanyuan Yu's body, and he snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "What are you, why do you use this tone to talk to Ben Shao?" ”

The coldness in Xuanyuan Yu's eyes deepened, and he said, "Something? Hehe, at least I can pinch you to death with one hand right now. ”

"Presumptuous! Young Master Ben is a seventh-order martial artist, and he is amazingly talented......"

Before Yu Zi'an finished his boastful words, he heard the beautiful person in charge beside him come over and whispered: "Seventh Young Master, that man slave has seen it, it is the beggar who defeated His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in one move." ”

Yu Zi'an's mouth was half open, his voice stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face stiffened in an instant, which was very funny.