When everyone saw Uncle Zhao coming, they got up and were about to kneel, but Uncle Zhao waved his hand and said

"Forget it, how many years have you known each other, and you still come to these false courtesies. Besides, this is not a court. ”

Uncle Zhao sat next to Zhao Tianxiong as he spoke, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and began to eat by himself. He said while eating

"The dish is good, brother and sister, your skills have not been left behind."

When everyone saw Uncle Zhao moving, they all picked up chopsticks and ate them, but they were slightly cautious. After everyone had eaten and drunk enough, Mrs. Wang left with the two maids, although she was a little reluctant to give up her son, but Uncle Zhao had already come, and there must be something to say. Mrs. Wang is still a general person who can know, and in the reluctant eyes of the three of them, Wang Lang sent Mrs. Wang goodbye.

Uncle Zhao just wanted to say something, but at this time, he saw a stack of small thin pieces of wood in the corner of the table, and then pointed to those pieces of wood and said to Zhao Tianxiong

"Tianxiong, what are these?"

Zhao Tianxiong said with a smile

"Your Majesty, this thing was made by this kid Wang Lang, what is it called?"

Wang Lang said

"It's poker."

Zhao Tianxiong nodded again and again

"Yes, it's called poker."

Uncle Zhao is interested now, Uncle Zhao hasn't seen this thing yet, and said curiously

"What's going on with this thing?"

Zhao Tianxiong first taught Uncle Zhao to recognize the card, and then taught Uncle Zhao to fight * the rules of the landlord, Uncle Zhao listened with relish, and after understanding the rules, he had to try it himself. So the three of them started a new round of "gambling king" war. It was called a dim sky, the sun and the moon were dark, and the stars were displaced. I don't know how long the three of them fought, anyway, the faces of the three people were covered with notes. Just when there were only two kings left in Wang Lang's hands, one big and one small, the father-in-law who accompanied His Majesty came in, and the father-in-law was stunned as soon as he came in, because he found that His Majesty's face was full of notes, and only two eyes were exposed. Uncle Zhao saw his father-in-law come in and pretended to cough, and hurriedly threw the cards in his hand out, Wang Lang's eyes were straight,

"Even if the cards are not good, you can't play Lai, although you are the emperor."

Wang Lang can only say this in his heart, he will never dare to say it, not to mention whether Uncle Zhao will beat him on the board, that is, the old man knows that he must kill Wang Lang. So Wang Lang put down the cards in his hand infinitely depressed, and the two uncles Zhao secretly glanced at the cards in Wang Lang's hand, and they were quietly relieved.

Uncle Zhao asked as he removed the note from his face

"What's the matter?"

Only then did the father-in-law react and said

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to go back to the palace."

Uncle Zhao nodded and said

"Well, I know, you go out and wait first, I still have important things to say to the two Aiqing."

Seeing his father-in-law walk out, Zhao Tianxiong said

"Your Majesty, I don't know what you are talking about?"

Uncle Zhao said seriously

"Tianxiong, have you heard of the White Lotus Sect?"

Zhao Tianxiong looked at Wang Lang suspiciously, then shook his head, Uncle Zhao frowned at Wang Lang, and said with a smile

"Why, Wang Lang, do you know the White Lotus Sect?"

Wang Lang nodded and said

"The little nephew does know, but he also heard about it from the eldest brother."

Uncle Zhao said with a smile

"Then tell me about this White Lotus Sect."

Wang Lang scratched his head and said

"The little nephew can't say it well, and the matter of the White Lotus Sect is also what the little nephew heard from my eldest brother."

In fact, according to Wang Lang's thoughts, it doesn't matter what the White Lotus Sect, the Red Lotus Sect, the Red Eyebrow Sect, and the Jialan Sect are, they are all non-governmental organizations. In ancient times, there must have been a problem with a non-governmental organization that could be valued by the emperor. According to this nature, 28,000 percent of the White Lotus Sect is either a cult or a counterrevolutionary organization. But Wang Lang also has his own concerns. You can't tell Uncle Zhao that this is the anti-revolutionary organization that created your Zhao family. You don't have any proof.

Uncle Zhao said

"There is no emperor here, only you two Uncle Zhao, you can talk about it."

Wang Lang hesitated for a while and said

"Uncle Zhao, I don't know if what my little nephew said is right, just listen to it."

Uncle Zhao nodded without interrupting Wang Lang, and Wang Lang continued

"My little nephew heard from my eldest brother that this White Lotus Sect suddenly appeared in Jinling, and then there was relief for the victims, but it was under the banner of the White Lotus Virgin. And also to receive believers. I heard that there are many people who believe in the Virgin of the White Lotus. This made the little nephew very puzzled. I have never heard of such a White Lotus Holy Mother in my dynasty or even in the previous dynasty, where did she come from? Why did it suddenly appear? What is their purpose? ”

Uncle Zhao was stunned by Wang Lang's question, originally Uncle Zhao felt that they were unhappy that they had rushed to help the victims without the banner of Da Wei, but now that Wang Lang said that there were indeed some problems. Frowning and not knowing what to think. Zhao Tianxiong and Wang Lang waited for Uncle Zhao's will on the side. Uncle Zhao raised his head and said to Wang Lang

"Virtuous nephew, originally I wanted to wait for the New Year to let you serve in Tianxiong's city guards, but when you said so, the matter of the White Lotus Sect had to be investigated, or would you go to Jinling now?"

Wang Lang is stupid, running Jinling? Just kidding, this trip will take half a month, even if it is a horse ride, it will be seven days, and the current means of transportation is not the airplane and train of later generations, I saw Wang Lang's head like a rattle, Uncle Zhao said suspiciously

"What? Don't want to? ”

How dare Wang Lang say that he is unwilling, Wang Lang explained

"Uncle, you see, after the New Year, the secret agents will continue to send back the information about the entire Jinwu City within a radius of a hundred miles, and when the time comes, the little nephew will let them go to Jinling to take root, and when the news is returned, we will make a decision, after all, the White Lotus Sect's sphere of influence is still in the Jinling generation. It has had little impact elsewhere. ”

Uncle Zhao knew that Wang Lang was unwilling to find an excuse, but he still said with a smile

"You kid, you're a lazy thing. Okay, if there's any problem, you kid must give me a run, or I'll hit your board. You know? ”

Wang Lang saw that he was on this, and he couldn't say that he couldn't go, so he said dejectedly

"But at the disposal of my uncle."

Uncle Zhao smiled and patted Wang Lang's head and said

"For your embarrassment, do you know how many people are rushing to do things for me?"

Wang Lang said in his heart

"Who knows how many people there are, I don't think there are many, if you can't do it, you have to kill your head, and you won't do it at a loss."

But he said it

"Uncle Zhao, the mana is boundless, and he will dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of generations. What the Holy Mother of the White Lotus is, she must surrender to Uncle Zhao. ”

Uncle Zhao stood aside squinting and smiling, enjoying Wang Lang's sycophant, and seemed to like Wang Lang's sycophant very much. Zhao Tianxiong is full of black lines. Heartway

"Why haven't I seen this kid shoot so well before?"

Maybe Uncle Zhao finished enjoying Wang Lang's sycophancy, so he happily said to Wang Lang and Zhao Tianxiong

"I'll go back today."

Then he glanced at the poker deck out of the corner of his eye and said

"Virtuous nephew, this, this, poker, I will take it back to study first, and then I will fight you for three hundred rounds in a few days. Wow-ha-ha. ”

Wang Lang looked helplessly at the back of Uncle Zhao leaving, and suddenly felt that Uncle Zhao was not a good bird. I know that we young people are exploited.