Erjin will work hard to update, little daughters-in-law, don't beat me, hahaha, I love you, touch the big-

I'm sorry, I didn't change it last night, but today it's more than one in case, a little compensation.

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"Whoever has the means to make the 'Flower of the Prairie' strip in public will win."

On the note, only one line was written.

Inside the envelope, there was only a note.

Xia Chuqi was anxious, and looked at the envelope opened by Zhao Zhu on tiptoe.

"Quick, Zhao Nineteen, see what he said?"

Zhao Jun silently accepted the letter, but did not answer, nor did he look at Rufeng more. Rufeng stood in front of him for a moment, opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, sighed, and slowly retreated, hiding in the bustling crowd.

"The third prince asked me to hand it over to you, and the gambling contract is inside."

"Yes!" Rufeng was a member of his "Ten Heavenly Stems", a subordinate he trusted, and after following Dongfang Qingxuan for several years, although he finally left him and could be regarded as a traitor, Zhao Zhu's face did not seem to have the slightest blame. Rufeng's heart tightened, looked at him, was silent, and obediently took out a letter from his arms.

Zhao Zhu's face was expressionless, only the corners of his lips moved slightly, "He asked you to come?" ”

Rufeng lowered his head slightly, strode over, and bowed, "See Your Highness." ”

His eyebrows sank, and he didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Zhao Zhu held Xia Chuqi's back, turned his head indifferently, and saw a figure like the wind in the crowd.

As soon as he got out of the carriage and walked a few steps, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Your Highness, please stay-!"

She believed that Zhao Shijiu, like her, was not in a calm mood.

A gambling contract that I don't know what kind of gambling contract it is, gambled on their daughter, and also whetted their appetite.

She cleared her throat, calmed down, and swept his eyes at him for a moment, but did not speak.

"Be careful." Zhao Zhu knew that she was in a restless mood and hurriedly helped her get out of the car.

When the carriage stopped, it shook slightly, and Xia Chuqi's heart also shrank.

"Pilot!"

What role does Dongfang Qingxuan play in it?

She didn't know the glamorous news of Uliang Khan's "Noyan" and "Prairie Flower", but she only remembered that Zhao Xi said that he came to watch the ceremony at the behest of Zhao Mianze, and Zhao Mianze was also invited by Uliang Khan. Not only that, but what she saw in the carriage this morning, in addition to Nanyan's people, Beidi's people also went. Not to mention that the forces of the "Yinshan Triangle" have all arrived, and other tribes in the Mobei grassland are involved......

What exactly does this do?

If it is a celebration of the people, there is no need to send so many guards.

If it's an ordinary festival, you don't have to go through such a big deal.

The soldiers guarding the city gate shouted for the crowded flow of people to go inside, but their eyes were like searchlights, constantly watching for anything unusual in the crowd. Looking at the vigilance of those soldiers, Xia Chuqi's heart faintly rose with a feeling of unease.

"Enter, enter! You're—"

said it was okay, but her heart was "pounding" non-stop.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll definitely calm down!"

She turned her head and saw his cold glistening eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and smiled.

"Ah Qi, relax."

Zhao Zhu's eyes were slightly downcast, and the back of his hand rested lightly on her vest, caressing it lightly.

She never believed in ghosts and gods, and she didn't believe in the ancestral Buddha, but at this time, she had nothing to complain about, but she begged to worship in a low voice.

"Little Nineteen...... Waiting for the mother...... Bodhisattva, let me see my little nineteen ......"

She scolded viciously, tugging at the curtain's hand, tightening slightly, clasping her hands together, and muttering in a low voice.

"Bastard! Dongfang Qingxuan, you bastard! ”

Xia Chuqi was suffocated, and suddenly stretched out her head and leaned on the car, wanting to see if the person who glanced at her was Dongfang Qingxuan, or rather, she wanted to see if there was her little nineteen in that person's car. But the carriage drove into the city gate at great speed, and the curtain was lowered at the right time, without giving her a chance to see it.

"Dongfang Qingxuan......?"

He looked at her.

At this moment a wide carriage suddenly squeezed in and drove past their carriage, presumably to lead into the city. This obvious non-observance of "traffic rules" attracted the attention of Xia Chuqi. She frowned and looked over, and found that the soldiers of the Uliang Khan had not only not stopped them, but had carefully retreated, and in the slightly open curtain of the carriage there was a pair of extremely bewitching eyes.

Xia Chuqi uneasily lifted the curtain, stared at the pomp and circumstance outside, waiting for the carriage to check and enter the city.

Rows of herdsmen and business travelers shuttled on both sides of the road, squeezing and looking curiously.

Carriage after carriage was carrying nobles from all over the world.

In front of them were a constant stream of people and carriages.

They wore armor and carried weapons, and one was well-trained.

At the spacious city gate, a group of Uliang Khan's soldiers was on duty.

People dressed up poured into the entrance.

When Xia Chuqi and Zhao Bottle sat in a carriage and went to the ancient city of Er'er, there was already a sea of people on the flat open space outside the city. In the bustling crowd, there is the leisurely sound of the ukulele, there is also the sonorous drum music to inspire people, and there are beams of bright sunlight in the sky, shining brightly on the earth, integrating the rhythm of the Luban Festival into a large grassland.

Therefore, the meaning of this Luban Festival is different from theirs.

It is different from the festival of previous years in that it has an extremely fragrant highlight - the Great Khan of Uliang Khan wants to choose the most beautiful woman on the Luban Festival, a "flower of the steppe", to be presented to the most noble prince of Uliang Khan, "Noyan". The so-called "Noyan" means lord in Uliang Khan. It is said that the current Great Khan of the Uliang Khan was a powerful subordinate of the former territory. For various reasons, after the death of the former realm, he was given the throne of Great Khan, but he always respected the son of the former lord, their new "Noyan", and had the will to give in.

People's attention is on this year's Erguluban Festival.

The truth is so, no one is inquiring.

Luban Festival, as the name suggests, is also a festival related to Luban. But in fact, on the original Mobei grassland, there was no such thing as Luban Festival. What exactly is the source, there are different opinions, and there is no conclusion. Some people say that the rise of this festival in Mobei originated from a Mongolian in the southwest, who is the successor of Luban's mantle. It is also said that its rise originated from a legendary woman favored by Emperor Taizu of the previous dynasty. She respects Mozi, respects Luban, and knows all the tricks, and it took ten years to build the imperial tomb of the Taizu and her. It is precisely because of her emphasis on Luban's art that she introduced the "Luban Festival" to Mobei, which gradually evolved into what it is today, and has become a manifestation of respecting teachers.

"Well, this is the master's Ah Qi." The corners of Zhao Zhu's lips curved slightly, supporting her back, "Let's get up." ”

"Don't be nervous! What am I afraid of? I'm super strong! ”

Xia Chuqi pursed his lips, his eyes were cold, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his arms.

"Nervous?"

Nodding slightly, Zhao Zhu looked at her lightly, stretched out his hand, and put her firmly under her armpit.

"Zhao Nineteen, today is Luban Day?"

"Heh", Xia Chuqi rubbed his eyes, and suddenly sat up.

Zhao Zhu stroked her head, and her voice was hoarse.

"Dreaming? A cold sweat on the head. ”

In order to paralyze the tense nerves, she also had the luck of "meeting Xiao Nineteen" by chance, and throughout the day, she pulled Zhao Zhu around Ergu. The people here are very welcoming, and the indigenous herders are even more happy about their arrival. But her luck was just a fluke after all. When the sun also rose high on the second day of the fourth month, she still didn't see Xiao Nineteen again, except for her sweet smile in her dreams, and her own simulated "mother", by her side, only Zhao Nineteen was silently accompanied.

In her selfish heart, she began to look forward to the arrival of the "Luban Festival".

Wanting to see the child's heart is like a needle sting, suffocating in pain.

After getting the news that they were going out, Xia Chuqi silently left the gambling house.

Where is it possible to see their little nineteen?

But in addition to the ghost hands who don't give them a good face, where can they see the third son?

When the sun rose, Xia Chuqi dragged Zhao Zhu to another trip to the Qianjin Gambling House.

~

In just one sentence, Xiao Baoyin's "giggle" laughter soon came from the room, which is a kind of trusting, relaxed, and with the love and care of adults, the joy of the little child from the bottom of her heart is also her most childish desire for the world now.

Children's emotions come and go quickly.

"Uh......h Wow, wow, wow......"

"Okay, Baoyin obediently finishes eating, and Amu Gulang will take you to play."

He wanted to tell her, but looking at the child's stubborn black eyes, he couldn't say anything about the words "I'm not your father". I don't know if he was afraid of hurting the child's heart, or if he was afraid of hurting his own heart, he silently turned his head, and when his emotions calmed down a little, he turned around and pinched Xiao Baoyin's nose.

"I'm not ......"

Dongfang Qingxuan's throat was blocked, and he frowned slightly.

"Baoyin ......"

For so long, he had never taught Bao Yin to call him Daddy, and he had never told her anything. But this child doesn't know if she is naturally sensitive, or if her IQ is higher than that of ordinary people, seeing that other children have grandma and father, she also sat down by herself, and subconsciously, she regarded Dongfang Qingxuan as her father. However, love is love, and she has never called her by her name, and has never called "Daddy".

Dongfang Qingxuan was stunned.

"Daddy?"

"Bao Yin, don't talk to ...... Daddy separated. ”

The IQ of the small glutinous rice dumplings is so high that they inherited Zhao Zhu at a glance. She sobbed quietly, wiped her little hand that had wiped her snot on Dongfang Qingxuan's clothes, and her little mouth flattened again.

"Bao Yin...... Hear...... Bet...... Bet ......"

With a light "hum", Dongfang Qingxuan knew that they didn't dare, so he didn't blame, turned his head again, looked at Xiao Baoyin with a bitter face, and regained a smile on his face, "Look, no one said it, right?" What's going on in your little head? ”

"Noyan, we don't dare, no one has said it."

A few guards on the side didn't expect the little county lord to suddenly say this, they all looked dumbfounded, looked at each other, and knelt down towards him with a "plop".

"Who said that?" Dongfang Qingxuan swooped down and looked around.

They said...... Amkuro ...... To put Bao Yin ...... Give away ......"

Dongfang Qingxuan looked at her speechlessly, pursed her lips and didn't squeak. The little glutinous rice dumpling saw that he was silent, but he was energetic, his little nose was wrinkled, his little mouth was flat, his little brows were frowning, and he looked at him without crying, but the poor tears kept rolling in his eye sockets, but they didn't flow down.

"......" is this trick every time!

"Uh......h Amkuro ...... Murderous ...... Baoyin ...... I'm afraid ......"

Hearing him roar, Xiao Nuomi dumplings were startled and lowered their heads.

"Lie!"

Xiao Baoyin flattened his mouth and shook his head, "I ate it." ”

"I heard you don't eat?"

The coquettish little girl is the cutest, she hugged Dongfang Qingxuan's legs, shaking vigorously, and the little strength in her hands is quite big. Dongfang Qingxuan looked down at the top of her hair, wanting to laugh and be angry, and more, still deeply helpless. He squatted down, scooped her up, put her on his left arm, scratched her red nose, and asked with a slight reproach.

"Hug...... Hug...... Amu Gulang ......"

"Amu Gulang—" Bao Yin, whose little nose was flushed from crying, raised her little face, sobbed and sniffed, and in the blink of an eye, she jumped out of bed quickly, as if she had wings on her body, and threw herself at him in a round manner.

He looked at the little glutinous rice dumplings rolling on the bed, and his light voice did not carry half emotion.

"What are you crying about?"

But Dongfang Qingxuan ignored her, let alone blamed, raised her hand casually, and asked her to get up and retreat.

For more than a year, Sandan knew this better than anyone else, and the fear in his heart was heavier.

If the little county lord cries, it's a big deal.

"The slave is guilty! Damn it, the slave didn't take good care of the little county lord! ”

Seeing Dongfang Qingxuan stepping inside with a cold face, the nurse Sandan hurriedly bent her knees to say goodbye, and her legs trembled in fright.

"Noyan!"

~

Rufeng smiled. After following him for so many years, how could he not understand Dongfang Qingxuan's temper? said that he didn't want to see the child, how could he be reluctant? For more than a year, he has raised other people's children as his own daughter, even if he wants Xiao Baoyin to adapt to the days without him in the future, but as long as she is still by his side for a day, how can he be willing to watch one less day?

After a snort, he got up, a little impatient.

"Don't take it as an example!"

Dongfang Qingxuan's fair and clear face froze.

"Are you looking for death today?" Dongfang Qingxuan turned his head and glared at him suddenly, but Rufeng at the door, his face that had always been expressionless, showed a smile inexplicably, and he was really not afraid of death and repeated, "Third son, you better go and have a look." ”

The door creaked and then pushed open, revealing a wind-like head.

"Third son, why don't you go and have a look?"

Before he stepped back, he closed the window. Dongfang Qingxuan glared at him hatefully, pursed his lips and didn't blame, only snorted coldly and narrowed his eyes and pretended to sleep. But people are quiet, but their hearts can't be still. Next to his ears, there seemed to be a milky cry of Xiao Baoyin's milky voice all the time, which made him upset.

"Yes!"

Knowing that he said the same temperament, he was stunned for a moment.

"What if you can't help it?" Dongfang Qingxuan turned his head abruptly to the side and glanced at him coldly, "I can't help but endure it!" You can't grow up with her for the rest of your life, can you? …… Let's go down! ”

"My subordinates watched her grow up, and I couldn't help but hear her cry."

"You shouldn't have gone to see her."

Looking outside, Dongfang Qingxuan sat upright, the corners of his robe moved slightly.

Rufeng observed his words, looked at his color, frowned slightly, "You better go and take a look, she sees you every day when she gets up, and she can't see it at first glance, so it is inevitable that she will be uncomfortable...... Besides, the little county lord is angry, and there is no way for the Sandan nurse to take her, and when I went to see her first, I heard her crying hoarsely. ”

"If you don't eat, you won't eat! Children, don't get used to him. ”

Dongfang Qingxuan was stunned, his shoulders stiffened slightly.

Rufeng didn't say anything, packed up the medicine bowl, glanced at his slightly pale face, hesitated, and said softly, "The little county lord didn't see you when he got up, he refused to eat, and he cried there." ”

Rufeng whispered, leaning half of his body sideways, and handed the medicine up again, looking even more stubborn than him. Dongfang Qingxuan glanced at him with oblique eyebrows, took the medicine bowl, tilted his neck and poured it down, sighed, a pair of narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and said unhappily: "Okay, go down, don't talk about it every day." ”

"If you don't take medicine, how can you be good? The doctor said that you have no poison on your body, and you have to continue to eat. ”

Dongfang Qingxuan didn't look at him, his eyes were still looking out the window, with a light smile on his face.

"I eat every day, I'm tired of eating."

When Rufeng opened the curtain and went in, he saw that he was still sitting by the window blowing the cold wind, first put the decoction on the table, took a white fox fur cloak for him and put it on his shoulder, and then handed the medicine over with a blank face.

"Third son, it's time for you to take medicine."

Dongfang Qingxuan sat quietly on the rattan chair at the window, quietly, not moving, but at this time, he was different from when he appeared in front of everyone downstairs in the gambling hall. He took off the mask of the ugly one, and there was a bit of bewitching beauty on his handsome face.

It's early summer, but Ergu's morning is still a little cold, the water on the river is white and murmuring, like a silver leaf meandering on the green grassland, the blue sky, high and quiet, the herdsmen's singing comes from afar, and the circle after circle of fine sunlight shines through the window and falls on the upper floor of the Qianjin Gambling House.

The next day, the first day of April.

~

"I still don't believe it, I can't even gamble on my daughter if I add the two together?"

Xia Chuqi clenched her fists, looked at him with a smile, and returned to her usual ease.

"Okay, it's really not good, we'll rob his grandmother."

Over the years, Zhao Shijiu has not changed anything else, but he knows how to tease her better than before.

is still this sentence, or the same line, Xia Chuqi heard it at this time, and couldn't help but laugh.

He smiled faintly and stroked her shoulder, "Don't be nervous, if you really can't do it, we can still grab it." ”

When she is willing to scold, she is in a better mood.

Seeing her blowing her beard and glaring at the scolding, the corners of Zhao Zhu's lips went up.

"Oriental Qingxuan...... His uncle's! ”

Xia Chuqi is not a pessimist, trying to understand this truth, her tense emotions loosened a lot, glancing at Zhao Zhu, she gritted her teeth with hatred, raised her foot and kicked it on the chair in front of her, and spit out a foul word.

As long as there is still hope, hope can be renewed.

But Little Nineteen is still there, at least she's still there.

Quietly lowering his brows, Xia Chuqi glanced at Zhao Zhu, sat down beside him, and rested his head on his shoulder. The two men looked at each other and did not speak for a long time. For more than a year, the thoughts, regrets, and pains of the child seem to have surged up in an instant, and the tide knocked on the bottom of my heart, lingering, and I can't disperse.

What else could they do but have no choice but to gamble with him?

Yes, Xiao Nineteen is in the hands of Dongfang Qingxuan. If it's her, what can it do?

In a word, the seventh day of the summer month was quiet.

"Ah Qi, he has chips in his hand, I have no choice."

But he didn't refute, just hugged her tightly, circled her tightly, gently soothed, and sighed.

In front of her, her shouting was like thunder, which was annoyed and angry that Zhao Zhu had never had.

It is a helpless, pessimistic, missed and irreparable emotion, and only the anger that can be vented on the person you love can be vented. She doesn't actually hate anyone, but she's just angry. Qi Zhao Mianze's hard work, Qi Dongfang Qingxuan's deception of fake death and escape, Qi Zhao Zhu did not snatch the child back in time, and Qi himself saw that the child was by his side but couldn't take it...... Speaking of which, she was even more angry that she had not fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother, and she was sorry for her little nineteen.

Although he knew that his tone was very impulsive, he couldn't control it.

Thinking of Little Nineteen, her voice was a little hysterical.

"What, he didn't say?" Xia Chuqi was taken aback, his heart was on fire, and he couldn't wait to strangle him, "I don't even know what to bet on, how to bet, so you promised someone?" Zhao Nineteen, you don't have a long heart, if you lose...... If we lose, what will our little nineteen do? If he takes the child away again, where are we going to find it? ”

Zhao Zhu's eyes darkened slightly, "He hasn't explained the content of the gambling contract yet." ”

"Why?" At the beginning of the summer, the voice was raised.

"I don't have any plans yet." He said.

Zhao Zhu's hand along her hair, paused slightly, looked down at her face, and suddenly found that she was smiling, but that smile didn't look like a smile, more like a pair of scissors with an open mouth, with sharp teeth, and could rush out and bite someone for her daughter at any time.

"So what are you going to do? About the bet with him. ”

Thinking of the sweet smile of the little glutinous rice dumplings, or the soft and glutinous voice of her milk, Xia Chuqi suddenly felt very bitter and astringent in her mouth, as if she had reluctantly eaten a coptis - there were words of suffering.

It has been almost two years since he was born in Dongfang Qingxuan. Even if a person spends two years raising a kitten and a puppy, the feelings are very deep, let alone a person? It's not strange that Xiao Nineteen will be attached to Dongfang Qingxuan, but if they really go to rob it, will the child be sad, and how should they explain it to her in the future?

Daughter is deeply attached to him? Xia Chuqi was speechless.

"Our daughter is very attached to him."

After a pause, he raised Xia Chuqi's chin, faced her, and added in a deep voice.

Zhao Zhu frowned, suddenly grabbed her body, picked her up from the chair, slowly put her on the bed and sat down, only then did he look into her eyes and say, "Ah Qi, without that diamond diamond, I wouldn't have done that porcelain work." If Dongfang Qingxuan is not sure, he doesn't dare to take the child out casually to make a bet with me...... What's more, the child can't be snatched back alone. ”

"Zhao Nineteen, if not...... We're going to get the kids back now? ”

Xia Chuqi exhaled a breath of turbid air and grabbed his arm.

Glancing at her lightly, Zhao Zhu didn't say a word.

"Heh, I guess that's the same." Xia Chuqi sat down next to him, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and his tone was much calmer, "However, our daughter is ours, why should we bet with him?" And you know, if we go south, we need money, a lot of money...... How could it be given to him so easily? ”

"The Imperial Tomb...... No one dares to say for sure. ”

"Are you sure?" Xia Chuqi's eyes shimmered, and he asked softly.

Zhao Jun rubbed his temples and smiled faintly, "Maybe it's the Nine Palace Bagua Array of the Eighth Bureau of the Imperial Tomb Front Room two years ago, only I can break it, and he has confidence in me." Maybe he has been planning in Yinshan for so long, and he has never found the treasure, so he has to pin his hopes on me, or maybe he saw the two of me exploring Yinshan at night that day, thinking that I was sure. ”

She asked again, "Why does he want you to do it?" ”

She just wanted to know what she could figure out right now.

There are too many things to figure out, but Xia Chuqi doesn't want to hurt his head for these things.

What is it that makes him obsessed with this?

He is not short of money, this is obvious.

From the Dongfang Qingxuan she first saw to the current Dongfang Qingxuan, in fact, it has not changed. When he approached her, it was because of her "great value", he had always coveted the treasure of the Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum, and he had never died. Now from the Pukou Wharf of Nanyan Jingshi, he has changed into the third son of the Mobei grassland, and he still remembers the hidden treasure.

"I see, I see."

With a light "whew", Xia Chuqi laughed mockingly.

Zhao Jun lowered his eyebrows and looked into her eyes, "Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum...... Treasure hunting. ”

"What the hell does he want?" she asked. ”

What she needs to think about is the current situation.

What the hell is this person? The seventh day of the summer is no longer possible to evaluate. Even now, she didn't care about carefully pondering whether she was more kind to Dongfang Qingxuan or more hateful. In short, Dongfang Qingxuan is not a person who can play cards according to common sense and can be inferred according to normal logic.

At the beginning of summer, Qi's eyes closed slightly, not knowing whether he was happy or angry. Instead, only a smile remained, "Not only did he not die, but he also hid our daughter privately." Not only did he hide our daughter, but now he is using our daughter as a bargaining chip to blackmail us into doing things for him? This person...... This person ......"

He ...... Sure enough, he didn't die? ”

It seemed like a century had passed before she muttered a question. In his voice, there was an indescribable grief and indignation. Zhao Zhu didn't answer her immediately, he took her shoulders and turned around, relieved her for a while, and then said calmly, "He didn't admit it." But that time I encountered a pack of wolves, and I judged that it was him. ”

"Is that him? The Third Son...... Isn't it Dongfang Qingxuan? ”

A fear that had never been felt before, enveloped her heart.

Her daughter didn't know her at all.

For more than a year, her daughter, who she had been thinking about for so long, came forward in front of her, but she couldn't hug it.

For more than a year, her daughter was alive, and she didn't know anything.

Xia Chuqi is not a person who can't hold her breath, no matter how much wind and rain falls on her head, she feels that she can withstand it. But at this moment, when she got the news that her daughter was still alive, her palms were wet with sweat, and the cold sweat on her back was also soaked through her clothes, and an unprecedented surging mood almost swallowed her reason.

But what about this third son...... And who?

Baoyin ...... It's their little nineteen.

Bao Yin is really in the Qianjin Gambling House.

She was puzzled, but she wasn't stupid, and she quickly figured out the ins and outs.

Heart palpitations, panic, heartbeat speed, she opened her mouth slightly, she couldn't tell whether it was surprise, joy, doubt, or confusion, that thousand emotions, all kinds of questions, lingered in her mind, but she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Only those who have been mothers can understand what kind of emotion it is.

As if struck by thunder, Xia Chuqi repeated, his mind was blank, and his ears were suddenly stuffed with a current of 10,000 volts, and the "buzzing" sound was endless. This is a voice that has not appeared in her ears for a long time, but she doesn't care to study it carefully, and she doesn't even notice it, there are only two words in her mind - daughter.

"Our daughter?"

"Bet on our daughter."

"Bet ......" Zhao Jun dragged his throat and looked at her, dumbfounded for a while. If he could, he didn't want her to know at this time, which would only increase the pain, but her eyes were very bright, bright, transparent, bright without a trace of impurities, and so bright that she could not tolerate half a point of deception. The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he was silent for a moment, and finally said one word at a time.

"That third son, what does he want to bet on?"

It wasn't until she entered the felt bag and only the two of them were left that she raised her eyebrows and stared directly at Zhao Zhu's eyes.

On the way, Xia Chuqi didn't say a word, and didn't ask a word.

He didn't pay attention to anyone, and went straight to the felt bag where he lived on the seventh day of the summer month.

When Zhao Bottle walked out of the Qianjin Gambling House under the leadership of Ghost Hand Zhang, there was a large group of people from Wuyang and Wuyang outside, including Xia Chuqi who looked weird, his guards, Zheng Erbao who was smiling greasy with silver, and those gamblers who didn't know why they still wanted to see strangeness.

~

"Slow down."

The third prince didn't look back, just chuckled.

"Huh!"

After losing so much money and being beaten again, Ghost Zhang's hatred for Zhao Bottle did not subside, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of malice. But Zhao Zhu didn't notice his expression at all, he stared coldly at the back of the departing, and said in a deep voice, "There is no gambling scene in this world that is sure to win or lose, don't be complacent too early." ”

"Honorable guest, please."

Hearing his voice, the ghost opened the door and entered.

"Sending off!"

No matter how cold and piercing the light in Zhao Zhu's eyes was, and no matter how eager and unwilling he was when he saw the little glutinous rice dumplings, the third prince just didn't see it, hugged Xiao Baoyin, who had fallen asleep again, got up slowly, and walked towards the floor when he came down with a smile.

"Refreshing! The time is set for the Luban Festival in two days, as for how to gamble...... "The third prince sold a pass, and didn't talk anymore, only took his white fingers and gently followed the soft hair of the little glutinous rice dumplings in his arms, and when he glanced at Zhao Zhu with charming eyes, the smile on his face was like a flower blooming on a branch, extremely exquisite, and extremely beautiful, "At that time, I will tell you." ”

"If I dare to gamble, I don't care about the content of the gambling game."

Zhao Zhu's eyebrows were raised, he didn't think about it, and glanced at it indifferently.

"The content of the gambling game and the time of the gambling appointment are determined by me."

The third prince squinted at him and smiled confidently.

Without hesitation, he nodded.

"Good. I bet. ”

The little glutinous rice dumpling "grunted" and closed her eyes again, the third prince smiled and patted her back gently, the relieved movements and gentle voice, nothing like a loving father. But looking at his face and his movements, the coldness in Zhao Zhu's eyes spread faster and faster, and it spread to all four limbs and hundreds of bones in an instant.

"Oh......"

"Well, you can sleep a little longer."

"Amkuro...... Sleepy...... Jue Jue ......"

She obediently nestled in the arms of the third prince and yawned again.

But where can I see Zhao Zhu's face in the little glutinous rice dumplings?

Seeing that the third prince took the small glutinous rice dumplings into his arms, Zhao Zhu's face darkened for a moment, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Agumura, hug—"

Xiao Baoyin in her arms seemed to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes, yawned, glanced at Zhao Zhu with a puzzled face, was slightly stunned, then turned her head, and stretched out her hand towards the "third son" with a flat pink little mouth, lazy voice, milky voice.

"Three Princes-" The Mongolian woman bowed and saluted.

The third prince looked at him with a light smile and clapped his hands lightly. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of footsteps in the corridor again, and the Mongolian woman who had seen in the exhibition area on the seventh day of the summer during the day walked down from the top of the corridor holding the small glutinous rice dumplings called "Baoyin".

"You'll be willing."

Zhao Zhu's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he was silent for a moment before he said lightly, "What if I don't want to?" ”

The third prince's smile was even more seductive, "Didn't you say it too?" I'm stacked and worth it. ”

Zhao Zhu put down the teacup and sneered, "You will open your mouth." ”

"You have it." The third prince seemed to be satisfied with his answer, his smile widened a little, and he said word by word extremely relaxed, "When you and her visited Yin Mountain at night that day, I already said that I have what you want in my hands...... And what I want, you have to keep for me. ”

"The chips in your hand are so heavy, I'm afraid there is no equivalent to go to your bet."

Zhao Jun looked at his smile and took a sip of tea, his face was indifferent.

After a long silence, the third prince took the lead in speaking.

"Well, have you thought about it? To bet or not to bet? ”

After a long river of time, the two faced each other again, and no one spoke for a long time, only the pot of tea brewed by Xiao Er before leaving on the table, curling with green smoke, as if precipitating a story that was about to unfold.

The room was quiet, and there were only two people left—one was Zhao Zhu, and the other was the third son.

~

He was still smiling, looking at her and smiling, and there was a hint of familiarity in that smile.

Before leaving the door, he glanced back at the third son.

She glanced at Zhao Zhu and turned around.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Then, at the signal of Zhao Zhu, Zheng Erbao, who was stupid with silver in his pocket, withdrew from the room with the guards. Xia Chuqi's heart tightened, and he thought about all kinds of speculations, but he hadn't come up with the reason yet, but he saw that the third prince also made the same action as Zhao Zhu, and scattered everyone, so that the ghost hand Zhang cleared out all the people in the room.

"Ah Qi is waiting for me outside." Zhao Zhu clapped her hand, and his voice was solemn.

Xia Chuqi was stunned, squinted at him, and then looked at Zhao Shijiu, "Old man......"

The person he wants to talk about refers to Zhao Zhu.

"Honorable guest, can I talk about it alone?"

Xia Chuqi walked beside Zhao Bottle, and the voice of the third prince came from behind them, she didn't hear a word, only felt that Zhao Bottle's body was obviously stiff. She didn't think anything about it, so she turned her head in confusion and met an ordinary face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

With a soft laugh, the third prince didn't move, but his voice came, "What the distinguished guest said is reasonable, money is something outside the body, even if it is my entire Qianjin gambling house, I will not look at the distinguished guest if I want to come...... But there is more to the precious things in the world than just money...... How do people make lottery heads? Someone you care about. ”

"Huh-"

She nodded heavily with a "hmm", smiled and grabbed Zhao Zhu's arm, her eyebrows were high, "The master is reasonable, there is a lot of money that crushes people, and there is a lot of money that can't sleep, we have won so much money, it's enough, no matter how greedy you are, you can't chew it." Let's go, let's go! Not greedy, not greedy, not greedy—"

But whether you know it or not, the so-called husband and wife are tacit cooperation.

What kind of bargaining chips are the third prince who dares to guarantee that Zhao Zhu is interested? She couldn't guess.

Those who are interested, including herself.

In fact, with her understanding of Zhao Zun's person, although he didn't say a few words between him and the third prince, she could feel that since the third prince said "there is a color head he is interested in", Zhao Shijiu's body has tensed, that is to say, he has become interested in the "color head".

Wanting to capture the old is an old trick that Zhao Shijiu often plays, and after getting along with him for so long, Xia Chuqi knows it very well.

Snorted coldly, Zhao Zhu didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, the master is tired today, even if you bet the entire gambling house up, I have no intention of gambling again." With that, he patted Xia Chuqi's shoulder, stared at her and said, "Leave." ”

The third prince glanced at Xia Chuqi intentionally or unintentionally, and also smiled, "Why don't you guess what you like?" ”

"Tell me, what kind of color is it?"

Zhao Bottle let out a faint "oh" and casually hooked his lips.

"Don't worry, you will definitely be interested in the lottery in my hand."

Zhao Zhu's expression was very light, and his complexion was much more serious than before, and he returned to his usual temperature—no temperature. The third prince looked at him with a smile, and collided with his gaze in the air, like two fighting sabers, you have been back and forth for a few rounds, seeing that he is still so ruthless, the smile on the corner of the third prince's mouth expanded, and the demonic energy with slightly raised eyebrows added a lot to his ordinary face.

Xia Chuqi smiled dumbly, glanced at Zhao Zhu, and was about to speak, but he pressed the back of her hand, grabbed it in front of her, and said indifferently: "It's easy to say, it's okay to gamble, but does the third son have a good luck?" If there is a lottery, it's just a gambling game, and it's okay to play. If there is no lottery, gambling is not interesting. ”

Two or three sentences reversed the situation, and the third son was really not simple.

At this time, hearing the words of the "third son", the people in the gambling house felt that he was humble and gentle, polite and generous, and regardless of whether he had the appearance of "alluring the country and the city", they all stood on his side, nodding their heads frequently. Besides, people who lose money are unbalanced in their hearts, and they feel that they run away after winning the silver at the beginning of the summer, which is really not very kind.

Xia Chuqi raised his chin slightly, and his disappointment in his appearance suddenly decreased a little.

Salute before soldiers? He's a man who can do things.

After a pause, he added, "However, although the gambling scene is reluctant, but you just leave like this, and the reputation of my daughter's gambling house will be ruined." Your guest is a person who has seen the world, and you should know that winning or losing is a small matter, but your reputation is great. So, I want to make another bet with you, can you give me a face? ”

"This distinguished guest, the ghost hand is rude, I apologize to you for him!"

"Whew!" Someone gasped. Probably many people had the same thoughts as her, and they all looked at the "third son" in a daze, and no one said a word. The third prince looked around, unaware of the peeps of others, and in the stagnant atmosphere, he squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhu.

Xia Chuqi was slightly stunned and froze.

What's so glamorous? Could it be that the Mobei people have problems with their eyes?

Then, in a series of soft smoke robes that rained and rained, a brocade-robed boy fell into everyone's field of vision. He looked like he was about twenty years old, with a faint smile on his lips, his hands calmly behind his back, proud and polite, looking noble and elegant. However, except for a pair of narrow and seductive eyes that added a bit of beauty to him, the face of this third prince was so ordinary that there was no sense of condescension at all.

First, a pair of shoes, a piece of clothing...... Clean, luxurious and spotless.

The staircase is wooden and there is a sound to step on.

Almost subconsciously, her gaze was also in the direction of the stairs.

However, there are not many people who have really seen the third son. In order to see the real face, countless people opened their eyes wide and held their breath. Whether it's quiet or not in the gambling house, I don't know if it's the beginning of summer. But she could feel the air currents around her, as well as the stunned and stagnant crowd.

It is rumored that his muscles are snowy, his face is better than immortals, his complexion is captivating, his color is like a city, and there is no one in the world to compare.

In the Mobei grassland, in Ergu, everyone knows the "Three Sons".

Not for anything else, just for the name "Three Sons".

Everyone shouted in unison, and the originally noisy gambling house was quiet. Those cheerful, excited, and expectant emotions seemed to be suppressed in the footsteps of the stairs. The man who walked down step by step not only attracted the attention of countless people, but also instantly took everyone's breath.

"Three sons!"