Wei Jingtian found Xiao Xiangzi and instructed him: "Qinghai Bo's second grandson, you can help me inquire." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Wei Er?" Xiao Xiangzi asked in surprise.

Wei Jingtian was also surprised: "Do you know?" ”

"Well, I know him, he doesn't know me. The owner of the village knows that I love to walk the streets and alleys to listen to gossip, and this Wei Er is also famous, and it is in the Cailai Hutong in the south of the city. ”

"Cailai Hutong?" Wei Jingtian muttered, feeling a little familiar.

"Yes, Cailai Hutong, as well as a few surrounding streets, is a gambling house in Beijing."

Wei Jingtian slapped his forehead, yes, it was the gambling street, the former Wei Tong was tight, and he wanted to go inside with her, but he was intercepted by Kaibo halfway. When he returned home, Wei Tong was beaten by the old lady. The old lady's face is green, and it doesn't matter if she goes to the gambling house, but the neighbor of the gambling street is Hualou Street. The bastard took the girl to go, because he was afraid that he would marry a wife?

"Yes, it's the gambling house. Na Wei Er, tsk," Xiao Xiangzi shook his head and looked disdainful: "The luck is really not good." Five times out of ten I went there to ask for food, I met him, either with a black face or scolding people. That's a back-handed thing. Just now, before I came, I heard him lose a big one. ”

"He loves to gamble?" Wei Jingtian felt that it was wrong, if Wei Er had this problem, with Huang Shangshan's attention from the Huang Mansion, he would definitely be able to find out, and he would never agree to get married, could it be that there was something inside here? Is the Huang family hiding too well? Or has it only happened in the past few years?

can make Huang Shangshan, who has been cultivating both inside and outside since he was a child, advocating joy and anger, change his face, which shows that Wei Er's gambling is not good. Although the rich and noble sons in Beijing love to play at the gambling table, if they are deeply involved, they are also ashamed of the family. If it is as Xiao Xiangzi said, then Wei Er is a frequent visitor, and he still keeps filling it with silver.

Instinctively, Jing Tian felt that something was wrong.

"Xiao Xiangzi, you help me check, when did Wei Er start gambling? How did you get obsessed? Which houses do you go to, and how many people do you often go in and out, and how much money do you lose in total? Also, what errand is he doing now, and what is he good at besides gambling? In short, everything I could get heard came back and forth to me. ”

Xiao Xiangzi nodded again and again.

Wei Jingtian said uneasily: "Will it be more difficult?" ”

Xiao Xiangzi smiled: "What's so difficult about this? You don't know, the owner of the village, these rich and noble sons know the most and the best clichés, a pot of wine, a few dishes, a good meal, and tell you everything. It's just that I need to change into clean clothes. ”

Wei Jingtian smiled: "Pretending to be a little girl? ”

Xiao Xiangzi clapped his hands and smiled: "Peers are jealous, but the little guy is different, some are angry with the master, some are valued by the master, some show off and some complain, everyone has an identity to open the chatterbox." ”

"Okay, you're amazing," Wei Jingtian gave a thumbs up: "You should go and start a newspaper." ”

"What? What did the owner of the village say? What's new? Embrace? ”

Wei Jingtian shook his head, how did he talk about that, and said casually: "I heard that in a far away place, in a country, there are special people who write down everything that happens every day, from national decision-making to trivialities, on paper and send it to everyone to see." It's called a newspaper, a newspaper that is fresh and new, heard, and reported. ”

Xiao Xiangzi chanted the "news" several times, and his eyes became brighter and brighter: "Owner of the village, can we do it?" We also wrote to sell it and specify it to make money. ”

Don't you make money?

Wei Jingtian took a scoop of water on his head: "That country is very enlightened, even if you go to scold the emperor, no one cares." We're here, no. You write about political affairs, and the court arrests you. Write about the privacy of the house, those people can't tolerate your life. Write firewood, rice, oil and salt, who reads? ”

Ouch, Xiao Xiangzi pounded his chest: "Such a good thing... Owner, where are you talking about? I want to check it out. ”

Wei Jingtian lost her mind slightly, and she wanted to go too. Shaking his head: "Who knows, I only know that it is far, far away, maybe one day there will be overseas visitors who can solve your doubts." ”

Xiao Xiangzi left yearningly.

Wei Jingtian sat silently, reminiscing about his "past life", and repeatedly lamented that he had not been reincarnated in a world where women were not weaker than men, and thought of the present.

"I don't know if that Lu Furong will succeed."

Lu Furong felt that she was successful, very successful.

Sure enough, as Xiao's mother said, when she appeared in front of Jin Yue'er wearing a bright-colored dress. In addition to frowning slightly, Jin Yueer did not say much, and even suggested that she recomb her delicate hairstyle, and also opened her dazzling jewelry box.

Lu Furong was so distracted by the stuffed gold and silver jewelry, it wasn't for Xiao's mother who secretly pinched her, she was afraid that she couldn't refuse the temptation of the sparkling jewelry.

Xiao's mother combed her hairstyle very simply, half of her hair was tied up on her head, she wore a small flower crown, a small hairpin was inserted on one side, and the hair under her was soft and put down. Xiao's mother said that although it was simple, it showed the youthful and lively atmosphere that she Jin Yueer had lost.

Lu Furong took a deep breath, moved her eyes with difficulty, and said: "Sister, I originally came out of a small portal, how can I compare with the Hou Mansion, if it is decorated, I will lose my duty and let the Hou Mansion laugh." That's good, and your jewelry is so luxurious and dignified that I can't match it, but I lose my sister's face. ”

Jin Yue'er thought she was interesting, and her face looked better.

Mrs. Han was worried about Yan Pinghou's words, and set up a banquet to make amends, but what she wanted to know most was whether Han Qian really looked at Lu Furong differently. From the maid's reply, she wasn't sure if Lu Furong was intentional, so she took this opportunity to observe and observe, but she couldn't admit another Jin Yue'er in.

It can be seen how deeply Mrs. Han has a grudge against Jin Yue'er, if it weren't for her, maybe Shen Yanxia would have been able to be the main room naturally, instead of being completely cut off by Yan Pinghou until now.

Han Qian was notified by the maid that he came obediently, and Mrs. Han's heart moved, didn't she come for Lu Furong.

Waiting for Lu Furong to come in in a bright and bright dress, beautiful and lively, Mrs. Han looked at Han Qian attentively, and sure enough, she saw that he was slightly distracted by Lu Furong. Mrs. Han had a score in her heart, and then focused on Lu Furong.

Han Qian's gaffe was just a matter of a moment, except for Mrs. Han, who had already had a heart, saw it, Shen Yanxia and Jin Yue'er saw the usual sparks splashing in front of each other for a moment, but they didn't pay attention to it.

Hongxi noticed, but noticed the wrong person. She thought that she was going to catch Lu Furong's mistake, and she only stared at her, but who knew that Lu Furong lowered her head respectfully and followed Jin Yue'er step by step, that is, Mrs. Han was talking to her, and she only raised her slightly and did not squint.

Hongxi is confused again, is the cousin really unintentional?

After a meal, Mrs. Han asked something, Lu Furong replied, and refused to say one more word. It was Shen Yanxia who intervened and wanted to embarrass Jin Yue'er through Lu Furong, and if it was not easy to answer, Lu Furong would also deal with it with great difficulty. Although Han Qian was also present unruly, Lu Furong did not peek at him, and did not even tilt her head to Han Qian's side.