"Lord Wang, let's forget it, Princess Wu is the concubine of King Wu appointed by Emperor Liang, how can she use it as a bet?" Feng Qing stood behind the wind and whispered persuasion.

Feng Qing really wanted to dissuade that wind, in his opinion, that wind's behavior was tantamount to touching the tiger's buttocks, purely looking for death, Song Weijun's current state may jump up at any time to create a bloody purgatory, but they are in a group, and Shengsheng was misinterpreted by the people around him to deliberately say the opposite to stimulate Song Weijun, and insinuated that he didn't even dare to move Zhao Xianming's eyeliner.

Even Na Feng himself thought so, firstly, he felt that Feng Qing had a different kind of affection for Princess Wu, and wanted to help him get it, and secondly, he wanted to try where Song Weijun's bottom line was.

He also has a plan for this envoy to Liang State, no matter whether he is an enemy or a friend with King Wu in the future, it is not harmful to know more about this person who can survive comfortably on the cusp of Liang State for many years.

Listening to the sound of "shhh

Beirong is still martial, so women who are born with inferior strength to men will only have a lower social status than women in Liang, and in the eyes of Beirong people, women are like trophies from hunting, whether they are exchanged or gifted, they are ordinary and trivial.

Although Nafeng has studied a lot of Central Plains culture, he is a native of Beirong, and the concept of women like clothes is deep-rooted.

This is also the reason why the lobby is crowded with people but few people speak out, in Liang State, even if the prodigal son with degraded morality and corrupt behavior, at most he only exchanges beautiful maids in private for fun, the wife is the face of a man, and the self-righteous temptation of the wind is simply slapping Song Weijun's face, which is a great humiliation for men.

didn't pay too much attention to the silence around him, and even patted Feng Qing's arm and comforted: "Don't worry, you just need to watch from the sidelines." ”

Feng Qing was full of anxiety and helplessness, but that was his master, he was just a courtier, even if the two had a good personal relationship, there was still a huge gap in between, and it would be counterproductive to say too much.

Now I only hope that the identity of the envoy of Beirong will make Song Weijun fearful.

"Doesn't the Martial King dare to fight? So many people are waiting. Na Feng smiled and looked at Song Weijun, who was still silent on the other side, his eyes narrowed slightly.

People who practice martial arts have a natural instinct for danger, and the cold aura emanating from Song Weijun's body made him feel quite uneasy in his heart, but when he thought of the current occasion and Song Weijun's mediocrity that he had nothing to build, he reluctantly suppressed that uneasiness.

Song Weijun's tense body slowly relaxed and leaned back on the back of the chair, and the corners of her pursed lips hooked up a smile, charming and contemptuous, as if a seduction. The demon who bewitched the mortals and degenerated, asked in a soft and slow voice, "Fighting?" It also depends on whether you can afford the bargaining chips that make the king's heart move, tell me, what do you use to exchange for the princess of this king? ”

The overcrowded lobby is the size of a football field, but his faint and cool voice like a drizzle makes everyone feel as if they are whispering in their ears, and the coolness jumps from the soles of their feet to their hearts.

Nafeng lowered his eyes and looked down at the silver tickets and various valuable objects piled up in front of him.

Song Weijun sneered disdainfully: "Don't say it's these things in front of you, can you only take out these things from King Beirongsu?" This king will look down on you. ”

"What do you want?" The wind was not angry, and asked directly and generously, the other party was about to take the bait, how could he miss it.

Song Weijun looked at him with one hand on his cheeks, his appearance was elegant and bewitching, as bright as a rain of flowers in the peach forest in March in the spring of March, and the previous danger and gloom were just the illusions of everyone.

His eyes were half-closed, and he smiled, "Why don't you have five million taels." ”

The hall suddenly resounded with the sound of gasps one after another.

What is the concept of five million taels? Twenty taels of silver is enough for a medium-sized family to spend for a year, even if Deshengfang is the largest gambling house in the capital, the largest gambling money is only one million taels.

The smile on Nafeng's face froze, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, five million taels? In addition to being rich in minerals and furs, some tribes are eager to eat and starve to death in winter, and five million taels is a lot of money for the Beirong treasury.

"Is King Wu joking? If you can't afford to gamble, the lion opens his mouth, and this kind of faction is really shameful. "The wind was cold.

Song Weijun's jade-like fingertips were boredly entwined with the black hair hanging down his chest, and his smile was three more points bad and narrow: "I knew you would say that, although Beirong is poor, but this king heard that a precious jade mine was found in Yulong Mountain in Hedong Mansion......"

"Martial King!" Na Feng's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Song Weijun's eyes flashing with surprise and murderous intent.

Not long ago, the garrison under his command did stumble upon such a superb treasure mine in Yulong Mountain, not only the jade quality is a priceless chicken blood jade, but also the formation of the marrow heart that can only be seen in ancient books, this kind of thing is more spiritual than the blood jade formed by the legend soaked in human blood for thousands of years.

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When the king of Beirong was selfish, he concealed the storage of this piece of marrow, and the valuable chicken blood jade was enough to make the king of Beirong happy, and the matter was revealed.

What does Song Weijun mean by mentioning it at this time? Is it reminding him not to pretend to be poor in Beirong Duobao Mine, or does he know something?

If it is exposed to the ears of King Beirong, not only will his exploits in planning to quell the rebellion a few months ago be wiped out, but it will also arouse the suspicion of King Beirong, and his years of forbearance will fall short.

Under his cold scrutinizing gaze, Song Weijun leaned forward with dignity, and said in a slightly lowered voice with a warm smile: "As you think, that piece of marrow is worth three hundred taels of silver, how about it?" ”

"Don't you think about it!" The gritted teeth of the atmosphere, and in just a few words, he was far from the smug and aggressive spring breeze at the beginning.

"Oh, forget it, the reserve price of five million taels, otherwise this king is not interested," Song Weijun leaned back, lazily lay back in the chair, and sneered: "This king's princess is unparalleled, how can any cat or dog covet it." ”

The delicate and charming phoenix eyes swept the wind and Feng Qing mockingly, and the angry and fierce Beirong guards couldn't wait to rush up and crush this little white face with one finger.

Na Feng calmed down his anger and stared at him quietly for a moment before saying, "You want that, it's not impossible, but, two million taels of silver, plus a rare ...... This king always feels that he has lost, should the king of martial arts add more chips? ”

"What do you want?"

"This king wants a promise from the king of martial arts."

"Tell me about it."

"This king hasn't thought about it yet, and when he thinks about it, I'll find the Martial King to cash it out, but the Martial King can rest assured, this King will never ask the Martial King to do anything beyond your ability." That wind spoke briskly, if he could exchange that piece of dead thing for Wuwang Yinuo, who held half of the Liang Kingdom, it would be worth it.

At their level, wealth is no longer important, only visible benefits are what they want.

"Okay." Song Weijun replied very simply.

Song Tianxuan and An Shijin, who followed behind him, did not speak out to dissuade them like the Beirong people, but looked at Nafeng who was obviously in a good mood with some sympathy, the prince was a black-hearted person who even cheated his own people, how could he let foreign barbarians take advantage, looking at the stupid look on his smiling face, he didn't know how to die after a while.

"Deal!" For fear that Song Weijun would regret it, he made a sonorous assertion.

"Wait......" Song Weijun stretched out a finger with a smile and shook it arrogantly: "The conditions of this king have not been finished yet, why is King Su so anxious?" ”

This last piece of the wind intuition is the most important, and he can't help frowning, the front is already his limit, if he adds more chips...... But he couldn't bear to give up that promise.

It is almost equivalent to a blank holy decree stamped with a jade seal, who is not impressed?

"King Wu, please speak."

Song Weijun raised his hand and gathered the thick cloak, and said slowly and firmly: "If you lose, this king...... I want you to go to the Wuwang Mansion with these things in your hands and kowtow to the princess to admit your mistakes! ”

After finishing the sentence, the people who had just been ignited fell silent again.

Na Feng's face turned blue in an instant, and he raised his tone and said sharply: "This king is the king of Beirongsu, and he is also the envoy of the Liang State on behalf of His Majesty of our country, what does it mean for King Wu to humiliate the envoys of friendly countries like this?" ”

"Humiliating you? Have it? Compared to your conditions, what is the interest of this king? Song Weijun sneered-for-tat.

Then, as an all-round good guard, Song Tianxuan was very understanding and made a rigorous and detailed explanation for how the wind will take away people's wives is a matter of losing all conscience, birds and beasts, and is not as angry as people and gods.

Na Feng knew that the people of the Central Plains were poor and had many rules, so he turned his head and swept towards everyone in the hall, many of them unanimously echoed Song Tianxuan's words, and a small number of people who were hostile to foreigners directly turned on the mockery mode.

"My subordinates lived in Liang for a few years when they were children, and that's true." Seeing that Feng looked over, Feng Qing nodded and said bluntly, he only hopes that this matter will end soon, and Song Weijun would be better off being so calm all the time.

Nafeng's expression was a little softened, but he couldn't accept it if he knelt down to a woman at the same time, even if he was sure of winning the gamble, just being brought up made him unbearable.

"You can make the same demands on this king." The faint and cool voice is once again incarnated. The enchanting voice that tempts the world to sin.

This time everyone was completely stunned, it is said that King Wu doesn't even have to kneel when he sees the saint, and the prince below has to bow to him, except for the parents of heaven and earth, who can make King Wu kneel? This requirement...... It's comparable to the humiliation of taking a wife.

The wind's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at the casino owner who was standing beside him without a trace.

The middle-aged boss is half-hunched

Zi, the lowered head didn't even raise it, as if he had already understood King Su's movements, and nodded imperceptibly.

"Deal." After a pause, Na Feng added with a slight sneer: "This time the conditions of the Martial King have finally been finished, right?" ”

Song Weijun nodded: "How about a game?" Just like just now, with the simplest bet, whoever shakes out the most points wins. ”

When it really came to the beginning of the gambling game, Song Weijun was not so energetic, leaning back in the chair and yawning from time to time.

"Okay." Na Feng didn't have any opinions, and casually flicked the dice in front of him and asked, "Do you use this ready-made, or let the boss change it to a new one?" ”

"Is there a difference between the old and the new?" The smile on Song Weijun's lips was a little deep with unknown meaning, but it was a pity that people who didn't know him would only be fascinated by his explosive appearance.

If a man is stunning, he can also captivate the country and the city, this is true.

"It makes no difference." As he spoke, Nafeng put the three dice into the porcelain cup, closed the lid, dragged his hands in his hands, and said, "Let's start?" ”

Song Weijun nodded, and suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait." ”

It is strange that it was stopped at this kind of surging time and did not arouse the anger of the people, and the wind raised his sword eyebrows a little impatiently: "What's wrong with King Wu?" ”

"Give me the dice closest to you." Song Weijun stared at the porcelain cup tightly, and his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the blue and white porcelain wall and directly saw the dark tide hidden in it.

The wind body immediately tensed, the reason why he has been able to win smoothly is because this pair of dice is specially made by Desheng Fang for Lao Qian, according to the boss, one of the dice has a very thin iron sheet melted inside, and there is a rare magnet in the bottom of the porcelain cup.

Song Weijun said this at this time, shouldn't he see anything?

Desheng Fang is the property of King Xian's Mansion, I heard that King Wu hasn't been here much, and he only played a few games just now, even if he senses that something is wrong, it is impossible to know so clearly that it is the one that contains Qiankun, right?

"King Su, don't you dare to show this king?" Song Weijun asked in a cold voice, and his tone was exactly the same as the aggressiveness when the wind forced him to bet on Qin You just now.

The wind forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and secretly glanced in the direction of the gambling house owner, while having to slowly and helplessly open the porcelain cup, the three dice in it were in the shape of an inverted triangle, and he picked up the innermost one and handed it over at the slowest speed in his life.

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There may be a second update before 12 o'clock in the evening.,A lazy second goods said that if it doesn't come out, it can only be sent up with tomorrow.。 mua! (*╯3╰)

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