Seeing this so-called bullring, Jing Er was almost stupid.

I have never seen such a large building, and it looks four or five zhang high just from the outside, which seems to be higher than the palace wall of Xianyang Palace. There was a cleanly dressed little guy at the door with a smiling face, even if he saw that Jing Er and his party were all children, they did not slack off at all.

"How many masters, are you here to see the bullfight? For a hundred dollars per person, you can enter the door after buying a ticket. The servant pointed to the wooden box in front of the door, which was already full of copper coins.

100 yuan per person, this price is a bit staggering. A pound of wheat is only three cents, and it costs more than 30 pounds of wheat to watch a play. Ordinary people categorically can't afford to spend, and just look at the copper coins in the box to know that the people who come are all dignitaries.

Jing Er doesn't care, now he has a mansion in Xianyang Palace. Naturally, there is also a monthly profit, and the time to come to Xianyang is still short, and King Zhuang Xiang has not had time to give him a fief. If you have a fiefdom, you will have more money at hand. With a wave of his little hand, he walked straight in without saying a word.

The attendant who followed casually took out a copper cake and threw it in the box, not looking at the stunned little servant. "If someone comes in later, it will be recorded in our young master's account." The chief attendant gave an order, and followed Jing Er inside.

Seeing such a high roller, the little guys naturally didn't dare to slack off. Yin Qin led the way in front and led Jing Er and his party straight into the upstairs seat.

The seats are richly decorated, and many places are wrapped in copper. The floor is covered with a soft carpet that is very comfortable for your feet to step on. Before I finished appreciating it, a maid brought fragrant tea. Before the fragrance of the person arrived, even the well-informed chief attendant was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

There is no such thing as perfume in these days, and if a woman wants to have such a fragrance, she must bathe in flower petals. On this icy and snowy day, where can the flowers come from? Even in the palace, the dried flowers in the collection can only be used by concubines of high grade. The palace maid wanted to get a bouquet of dried flowers, it was simply delusional.

I don't know who opened this bullfighting hall. is so rich, the treatment of a rich maid is actually comparable to that of a concubine in Xianyang Palace.

The maid served fragrant tea and pulled open the silk bamboo curtain cage on one side. A circular empty arena appears in front of you, and you can see the performance in the middle of the arena if you look through the window. If Yun Yue is here, he will be surprised by the ingenious design here, which is very similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

At this time, there were two fighting dogs in the middle of the field and biting wildly, and both fighting dogs had red eyes. It's already hard to give up. Blood is constantly oozing from the tense muscles. The intestines of a fighting dog are exposed, and the pink intestines are still fighting on their legs.

When Xiaochun and the little girl saw such a scene for the first time, they screamed in fright and covered their faces with their little hands. But the gap between the fingers was wide open, and the dark eyes looked down the fingers. There seems to be nothing uncomfortable with this bloody scene.

"This fighting dog has been fed medicine in advance, and even if it bites to death, it doesn't hurt after it gets on the field. However, the fighting dogs who were fed this medicine could no longer eat. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will starve to death. Jing Er had seen a lot before, so he explained to Chun'er and Xiaoya. Zhao Ping'er waved her small fist. Shouting wildly and being slapped by the little girl, this is more honest.

"Sister! What do you think of this thing, what's so nice about it. The little girl pouted dissatisfiedly, but Chun'er saw it with relish and was not ready to deal with this little brat.

"Zhao Ping'er, go out with me. See what's going on here! The little girl shouted and walked out, seeing that Zhao Ping'er was unhappy and still grinding in front of the window. Stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Ping'er's ear, and walked out.

When I walked to the door, someone shouted, "Little girl." Ping'er, why are you here? ”

There were a few people walking on the left and right of the corridor, and Xiaoya and Zhao Ping'er couldn't help but smile when they looked left and right. All know. On the left is Wang Ben, the son of Wang Qian, and next to him is a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old. On the right is Lu Buwei's youngest son, Lu Pheasant, and next to him is also a young man who has studied in Yushan, Lu Ping. They all come and go in the Yun family, so they naturally know Wei Ya and Zhao Ping'er.

Jing Er heard that someone was greeting the two of them, and he also walked out. Others don't know Jing Er, but these people do. In a hurry, he hurried to give a salute. was drunk by Jing Er. This time it's out to play, if someone recognizes it. The boss here is going to be scared to death and playing.

"Yo! Lu Ping, Lu Pheasant Wang Ben. You also come here to play, come and come. Come all over. Let's be in this together. Jing Er beckoned warmly, and several little guys entered Jing Er's box.

The little guy who led the way saw that Jing Er was generous, and the box he received was also quite spacious. Seven or eight people were squeezed in at the same time, and it didn't feel crowded.

"Go and get some food and drinks for our brother!" Seeing that there was another distinguished guest, the maid hurriedly brought hot towels to cover everyone's faces.

The boys are young, but they are all human spirits. Seeing Jing Er say this, where is he not on the road, he knows that Jing Er must have secretly run out. But they didn't dare to say anything, and they all carefully served His Royal Highness the eldest son of Great Qin.

At this time, the applause was everywhere, and everyone looked down. It turned out that the fighting dog with the intestines was grabbed by the neck, and although the four-legged pedaling was vigorous, the defeat was decided.

"This is a place for the children of rich families in Xianyang to play, and it is the first time I have come here with my cousin today. Temple...... Big Prince! This is my cousin Yang Duanhe, his father Yang Yi is also my famous general of Great Qin, who once followed Wu Anjun to participate in the Battle of Changping. Cousin, this is ...... The eldest son of the king. ”

In the end, Wang Ben lowered his voice for fear that someone next to him would hear it.

"Oh, long...... Grand Prince. Yang Duanhe saw Jing Er for the first time and hurriedly re-gifted.

"I'm all out to have fun today, just call me Jing Er. After a while, the wine and food came up, and everyone ate and drank. This meal is my son's! "Jing Er has followed Jing Da since he was a child, and he often sees those gangsters calling friends like this, and now he has learned ten out of ten when he is rich.

As he spoke, the fighting dog in the arena had already lost his breath. Naturally, someone cleared out the fighting dogs, both alive and dead, and a gong sounded and walked out of a man in black soap boots. After snorting around the circle, he said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little Chang Fu is polite here." Presumably, all the nobles came to see the bullfight, but my master prepared a mat game. The swordsman Haojia from South Korea played against the Great Qin swordsman Lirui, and the following is for you to bet on the time of a stick of incense. ”

As soon as the words fell, the people on the first floor began to throw copper coins crackling. In the upstairs private room, there are naturally waiters who come to collect gambling money.

The sword is actually similar to that of the gladiators of ancient Rome. It is generally a never-ending ending, and bets are made according to the fame of the swordsman. For the rich to bet on gambling, although Shang Yang forbade private fighting. But this kind of business nature of the sword competition is not among them. The swordsmen invited are generally characters with heads and faces, just like Lirui, who appeared this time, also has a head and a face in Xianyang. Na Haojia is known as the three major swordsmen in Korea, and the competition between the two will definitely be exciting.

There are many Qin people here, and of course the big Qin swordsman wins. Jing Er has been mixed up in the casino all year round, and the doorway in the casino is very clear. "You go, tell that Lirui. No matter how much money the owner gives him, I will double his reward. Also, if you win, you can be the guard of this son. Jing Er commanded, and the chief attendant went upside down.

After learning the art of literature and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family, these swordsmen dreamed of having a chance to get ahead. Now that the Cotai Strip is in front of you, as long as you report your own name, you are not afraid that you will not play with your life.

The maid listened to Jing Er's words, and there was a burst of contempt in her heart. The master of his own family is also a man with a head and a face, and if he takes the money of the head of the family, he will be your guard rarely, and there are just a few stinky money.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you also betting on Lirui to win? I don't know how many nobles bet on geometry? The swordsman of the Qin State pays two for one and two for Rui, and the Korean swordsman Haojia loses one and a half times for one. A woman with heavy makeup walked in, smiled and saluted, and asked softly.

"A thousand kans!" Jing Er said very casually. The woman was taken aback, and the bold man had not seen it. But at such a young age, I really haven't seen it.

"I'll bet five hundred!" As soon as Lu Ping saw Jing Er's bet, he naturally refused to fall behind. The Lu family is extremely wealthy, and five hundred yuan is a small meaning.

Yang Duanhe was more difficult to compare with Wang Ben, although the Great Qin was behind the gate. But when it comes to money, it is categorically comparable to Lü Buwei and Jing Er.

"Let's bet three hundred!" Yang Duanhe gritted his teeth and glanced at his brother, this was their old book. I didn't want to do so much, but I didn't want to be looked down upon by Jing Er, so I could only bite the bullet.

"I'm betting all the money!" Xiaoya pushed away her sister, although the Yun family was rich. But the monthly profits of a few little girls are not much, and the little girls are still pulled out of Zhao Ping'er's hands after discussing with Zhao Ping'er.

"A few little nobles, this is not a place for jokes. Gambling in this place requires real money, and it is best for a few little nobles to come up with a reasonable price. Otherwise, if you lose, everyone will not look good. ”

"What? Afraid we won't have the money to give? Lao Tzu is the son of Xiangbang Mansion named Lu Ping, you remember it for Lao Tzu. If you lose today, the Lu family will definitely not miss you a copper plate. "Lu Pheasant is still young, and Lu Ping is also a famous gentleman in Xianyang. Seeing that the other party looked down on him and the others, he immediately got up and took the case.

"It turned out to be Lu Gongzi, don't be surprised if the slave has eyes and no beads. The slave and maid confirm again, this son is out of 1,000 runs, you are out of 500 runs, and these two sons are out of 300 runs. The...... This young lady has always paid money, and she has to buy Lirui to win, right? ”

"That's right, Da Qin Erlang naturally buys Da Qin's swordsman to win." Lu Ping's expression was arrogant, and he squinted at Jing Er's satisfied smile, and his chest was even higher.

"If Na Lirui is defeated, will the Xiangbang government guarantee it?" The gorgeous woman asked again.

"Quack! Win or lose today, Xiangbang Mansion will bear it! Lu Ping patted his chest and said.

Everyone knows about Lü Buwei and Zhao Ji, and Lü Ping has already regarded Jing Er as his brother. (To be continued......)