Xiao Lian and He Jingying found two seats to sit down at the table of the blue-clothed son. He Jingying casually threw the silver on the table.

Xiao Lian looked at the silver thrown out by He Jingying and was stunned, and looked at He Jingying with a smile. The gambling table suddenly fell silent, and they turned their heads to look at He Jingying one by one.

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes and black face turned his head and glanced at He Jingying with slanted eyes, and sneered: "Where did the little white face come from, did you send money to Uncle Ben?" ”

He Jingying was stunned for a moment, looked at the table, and the middle-aged man in brocade clothes and black face had the most silver in front of him, and then looked at the silver he threw on the gambling table, all pressed into a small square, which was painted with three sixes. Looking at the bets placed by others, all of them were pressed in the boxes with the size written, and soon He Jingying realized that she had made the wrong bet, and remembered that the silver thrown out was also a lot of money, and she couldn't help but feel a little heartache, and she reached out to get the silver back.

The dealer with a scar on his face had a dark face: "This young master, you can't buy and leave, you can't do this." Who brought in this guest? How can you be so ignorant of the rules? ”

The young slave walked to He Jingying's side, gently pulled He Jingying's hand back and said, "Childe, this is not in order, this is not in a hurry, it will be won back later." He Jingying had no choice but to take her hand back and smile awkwardly at everyone.

The scarface dealer pressed the dice cup and made a gesture of invitation, and the gambling table suddenly resumed its liveliness, and they all stretched their necks to look at the dice cup, and the scarface dealer shouted: "Open!" Three six leopards! Big and small! ”

The surroundings suddenly exploded, and the middle-aged man in brocade clothes with black face turned white, snorted heavily from his nose, and left the table. Before He Jingying could react for a while, the pile of silver was pushed in front of the scar-faced dealer. Qing Nu was also so excited that his face turned red when he saw this situation, and gently pushed He Jingying: "Childe, look, you won!" ”

He Jingying reacted at this time, and said happily in Xiao Lian's ear while smirking: "Broken, this profit is high!" This trade is done! ”

Speaking of learning the appearance of a gentleman, He Jingying is more comfortable than Xiao Lian. She grabbed a silver ingot and threw it to the dealer, took some broken silver and rewarded the surrounding servants who were waiting for tea, and then grabbed a handful of silver and put it in the hands of the woman in Tsing Yi, and pinched two handfuls in the hands of the young slaves: "Take it, the master will reward you!" ”。 After that, he deliberately leaned into the green slave's ear, and said to the young slave in a voice that seemed to be low, but in fact the whole table could be heard: "I'll play something more exciting later." ”

Several gambling tables around heard that there were three six leopards at this table, and they all surrounded him, surrounding He Jingying like a moon.

"This young master looks like the God of Wealth."

"Dragons and phoenixes among people!"

"Young and promising!"

Everyone praised me one by one, He Jingying also returned the salute with a fist, and the appearance of a swinger touched two handfuls on the young slave from time to time.

Xiao Lian was suffocated for a while at this operation.

Cao Jingzhao, who was following behind the two, was also the first time in his life to see He Jingying like this, and was stunned by He Jingying's prodigal appearance. I thought to myself, isn't this princess being ghosted?

Everyone in the gambling house regarded He Jingying as the God of Wealth, and coaxed: "Yo, is the God of Wealth a big or a small?" ”

"Hmph, is this God of Wealth so easy to be? Today it is the god of wealth, tomorrow it may be the god of plague. It's not like nothing like this has ever happened. Didn't this happen a few years ago, and what happened to the plague god in the end? The family property is about to be lost. Boy, you'd better be careful. It was the middle-aged man in brocade clothes and black face who had just left the table angrily, and he didn't know where to go, and he went around and came back.

Xiao Lian took the silver and knocked it on the gambling table one by one: "Who cares about tomorrow today, one day at a time." ”

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes and black face said disdainfully: "The little ghost of the rich family speaks in a good tone. ”

Xiao Lian raised his eyebrows: "Then dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" ”

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes and black face replied: "My surname is Fan, and I am the elder brother of today's Fan Guifei and the emperor's brother-in-law." You can call me the eighth master. ”

"Poof" He Jingying squirted out a mouthful of tea, but she didn't expect to meet an acquaintance's brother-in-law in this small county. But look at this person, with a black face and a flat nose, and Fan Guifei, who is fair-skinned and has skin like congealed fat, can't fight with eight poles.

He Jingying said with a smile: "I heard that Fan Guifei is the eldest daughter in the family today, how can she have such an elder brother?" ”

The black-faced eighth master's face darkened even more when he heard this: "Hmph, what are you, dare to question my identity, and I'm not afraid that the concubine will treat you for a big crime of rebellion." Do you know who the most powerful prince in the city is today? When the prince of Lingling saw me, he also called me the eighth master. Now I allow you to call me the eighth master to exalt you. As he spoke, the eighth master slapped the table and stood up.

Xiao Lian thought to himself, fortunately, this fight was under the banner of King Jingling, and he didn't fight himself. Otherwise, I'll have to tear this guy's mouth.

The scar-faced dealer saw the tense situation here and hurriedly walked over: "The two of you don't know, the eighth master is a well-known figure in our Jixian County, and our gambling house can operate thanks to the blessing of the eighth master." ”

A few small people in the crowd received a lot of silver from He Jingying, and they were reluctant to let this God of Wealth be picked up by the eighth master, so they hurriedly ran over: "The eighth master is indeed the brother of the concubine, and it is something that everyone here knows about." We have a lot of people here who ask the eighth master to do things, and they have all done it. ”

He Jingying shook her fist at the black-faced Eighth Master: "Eighth Master, don't blame, when we first came to Jixian County, we haven't heard of the Eighth Master's name, but we don't know how to be a younger brother, and my younger brother is here to make amends to my brother." ”

The eighth master saw that Xiao Lian was a head taller than himself, and he didn't look like a bully, if he was really annoyed and wanted to fight, he was afraid of slapping himself in the face, and when he heard He Jingying say this, he quickly got off the donkey: "Or this son has the eyesight to see, since you call me brother, how can you still care about your younger brother as an elder brother." ”

Saying that, the eighth master glanced at the young slave: "My brother will persuade my brother here, don't win and get dizzy, the women in the casino are not like the women in the kiln." The woman in the kiln still has a lot of money, and the casino is a bottomless pit. ”

The scar-faced dealer hurriedly laughed and said: "Don't just stand still, Maotou hurriedly serves tea to the three masters, please sit down here for the three masters." ”

He Jingying saw that the hairy head was the little guy who had just spoken, took out a few ingots of silver from her bag and said to the hairy head: "You have little tea here, where is it suitable for the eighth master, go and buy two bottles of good daughter red for the eighth master, and I will be filial to the eighth master." Eight masters, let's bet two more, right? ”

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